….what number am I?" my little boy yelled at the top of his lungs in the middle of his basketball game. He was reaching his jersey around trying to see the number on his back.
"45." I yelled. Motioning for him to focus back on the game.
He took off running again and then stopped in the middle of the court, turned and yelled…
"That's your age, right Momma?" and that's when the gym went quiet.
Well of course it did….