Having a conversation with Rakes is always a crap shoot; you never know what you'll talk about, how many questions he'll ask, and the ending is like one of those books you read as a kid where you picked which thing would happen to the characters and depending on what you picked they either got the girl or ended up being eaten by a bear or something.
So as I loaded him into the car after his year-end soccer party I was guessing during our 3 minute ride home he'd talk about his trophy he got or his pizza he ate or the good old standby we have about every other week called "Dad, why is Darth Vader's light saber red and Luke's is blue?"
Instead, he talked about playing T-Ball last year. More specifically, he talked about a certain moment that happened in one of the first games.
Rakes: "Dad, 'member when I played T-Ball for Coach Wendell?"
Rakes: (Beginning to giggle) " 'Member that time I hit the ball REALLY hard and it went BAM right into Coach Wendell's nuts?!"
Me: (Stifling laughter) "Rakes, don't call them that. Call 'em marbles. Or gibleys."
Rakes: "Dad, do you call them Marbles because they're round?"
Me: (Still stifling laughter) "I guess so, son."
Rakes: (After several seconds of silence) "Dad, what's a gibley?"
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