trying to find the right rocks for big jumps, series of skids, huge plops, and then the perfect throw.
Friday, September 16, 2011
A simple conversation
J: (10, a fourth grader): Hi, Miss R---------.
Me: Hi J-------.
J: (Pauses, just stands next to me as I am working on the computer).
Me: What's up?
J: I have a football game tomorrow.
Me: Ohhh.
J: It's at St. Ignatius.
Me: On the big field? The turf?
J: It's a 2:30.
Me: Ah.
J: You could come, if you want.
Me: I would love to come. I will try to get there a little early so that I can see you without your helmet on.
J: Like 12:30? That's when we are getting there.
Me: No, more like 2:15.
J: Oh, ok.
Me: What number do you wear so I can find you?
J: Um...it's in the 90's.
Me: (Laughing) Ok, I will look for you.
J: Thanks, Miss R-----------. I am really glad you'll be there.
Me: Me too, buddy. Me too.
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