I’ve mentioned I’m an assistant coach for Wyatt and Seth’s t-ball team, the fightin’ Tarheels. That means I get to be on the field during the game, coaching the tikes. It’s quite a privilege. When they are batting, I might be at first base. When they are fielding, I might stand near second. I couldn’t possibly tell you every off-the-wall thing said to me by these kindergarten ruffians between pitches, proof positive that their mind is absolutely in a different orbit. Merely a sampling:
“I want a mustache.”
“I got five dollars for my teeth.” (with wide, toothless grin)
“I have an imaginary friend: Dennis.”
“You’re scary.”
“Mrrmmmppph…..Elephant” (with glove covering face, apparently to serve as an elephant’s trunk)
That is laugh out loud funny. I busted a gut…