Just Too Good

Elder can run. He steals second base. Then he steals third. The other day, he even stole home. The other parents ask where he got his speed. My husband and I just shrug. Because we didn’t even know he had speed until he was at least in the third grade.

But Elder knew. He even tried to tell me way back in 2001 when he was five years old…

As we drove to church Sunday, Elder asked, “Mom, can you run faster than Big Friend?”

“Probably,” I answered, picturing the six- or seven-year-old son of Elder’s babysitter.

“I can run faster than Big Friend can,” Elder announced, with a happy satisfaction. “Sometimes, I’m just too good, aren’t I, Mom?”

Apparently modesty is just something Elder may never master…


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