When Brandon was small and started playing Little League, I made him the same deal I did the other boys – hit a homerun and win ice cream with dad. Sure enough, early into the season, Brandon smacked one into the outfield and earned his prize. Afterwards, as we zipped along the side streets in my car, I suddenly saw a policeman flashing me in my rearview mirror. The old 40 mph in the 25 mph zone trick – he got me. While I was fishing out my identification, he glanced at Brandon sitting behind me in the rear passenger seat with the window down. Brandon had on his gear, the officer said, “Off to a game, son?”. “Naw”, said Brandon, “just came from one. I hit a homerun. We’re supposed to be getting ice cream”. The policeman stared incredulously at Brandon. “Are you serious?” he said. “Yeah”, replied Brandon. “We’re supposed to be getting ice cream. Right now”. The officer stared at my license for a moment, and then handing it back said, “Let’s watch that speed, O.K?” And to Brandon: “Go get your ice cream, kid”. I bought him whichever sized ice cream his little heart desired.
LESSON LEARNED: Ah, the innocence of youth – its simply invaluable.
LESSON LEARNED: Ah, the innocence of youth – its simply invaluable.
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