From the draft folder, April 14, 2015.
“I can win a major award!” My son Bode squealed at me across the field as I picked him up after school.
“A major award” conjured up images of “liquid sex” à la Christmas Story so I waited until he got closer to expound.
“What are you talking about?” I noticed he was holding a plant.
“This!” He excitedly thrust it into my hand. “Third graders are competing in a contest and the winner will win a $100, no, $1,000…or maybe was it $10,000 scholarship if they grow the biggest cabbage!”
I could see it in his excited little eyes. The kid has been bred to grow giant pumpkins.
But wait there, was a catch and he blurted out:
“Everything is great except for…”
“What?”
“The part of the scholarship being reward to a random winner.”
He has more of his dad in him than I’d prefer.