So I volunteered at the school Carnival. I was painting faces. Mom walks up with her very young son and points to the menu of things I can paint. "Pick one."
The boy points to the star.
"No, pick something boy," says mom. "Pick the soccer ball."
Boy points to soccer ball.
Mom looks at me. "Can you do one on each side?"
Sure, please don't hurt me.
So I begin to paint. Soccer balls are fine. I'm painting and I ask the boy, "Do you play soccer?"
"Yes he plays soccer. He's going to be a big soccer player someday, make millions of dollars. Right baby?"Mom takes over.
Boy looks at the ground.
Uh, wow. I hope none of that was serious.
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