He just started middle school (he is 12.5 going on 20 - really feeling his oats lately) and we were talking about what sports are available to him through the school. We live in a small town with a small population and the school system has a very short list of sports. (fortunately, baseball is on that short list)
"You know what dad? I really think I want to run track."
"Really? What do you want to do?"
"I want to run"
"Oh, that's cool, when does track start?" I ask (all the while thinking, hmmm my son is kind of on the slow side... where is this coming from?)
"Spring" he says.....
"I don't think you can run track and play baseball son"
"I don't think I want to play baseball for the school dad. I want to run to get into better shape"
"OK, what ever you want to do son." I leave him to finish getting ready......
Now my mind is racing.... Has he burned out? Where is this coming from? Well... what ever he wants to do.... Does some cute girl he likes run track?
( This is the reason I think he took French instead of Spanish, which everyone in the family could help him with.. no on can speak French )We go to practice and he has a good solid practice performance... nothing unusual... nothing seems to be bothering him.
We get in the car after practice and he has this $hit eating grin on his face.... I ask him... what's on his mind.... "nothing".... So we are driving home and I ask him, "So when does track start?" --- "Oh Dad, I was just kidding you... I want to play ball... I just wanted to see how you would react" Well I guess I passed the test
Kids can be cruel!!!
