Saturday, June 23, 2007

And I Never Even Really Liked Baseball

Tonight my son wanted to watch the baseball game on TV. His dad had told me the kiddo was amazingly good at keeping track of the game and made it his business to know the stats, but I had no idea how good he was. As we watched the game and my son gave me a nearly constant rundown on the players and teams, I told him, "I'm sure glad you're here to tell me all this stuff!"

His face turned serious. "Really?" he asked. "Are you just complimenting me because you love me, or do you really mean that?"

I said I really meant it, but secretly I wanted to say, "Both."