Conversation overheard on the way to Kellen’s baseball practice last night:
Kellen: “I love baseball. I want to play with Sammy Sosa sometime.”
Brayden: “Who’s that?”
Kellen: “You know, a real ball player. Like Barry Bonds. I want to play baseball with one of them.”
Brayden: “Kellen, first you have to go to middle school. Then high school. Then college. And grow up. Then by the time you are old enough to play, that Sammy guy will BE. DEAD.”
Poor Sammy. I don’t know where these kids come up with this stuff, but it doesn’t sound too hopeful for *him*, does it?