Our daughter was playing the organ for a funeral yesterday so it fell upon us to get our oldest grandson to a flag football game about 2o miles from the farm. The football player is 10 years old and is in no way a smart alec so the following conversation was particularly funny at the time. We were on the road and:
Grandma: So, what's your number?
C: We don't have numbers.
Grandma: You don't have numbers?
Grandma: Well how can we tell who the players are:
C: By our faces.
They don't wear helmets it turns out.
In the 'as luck would have it' department, He carried the ball only one time but I had my Rebel in my hands and already turned on so I got the following picture.