Because I barely had a chance to speak with him yesterday about his school flag football game, I asked Henry this morning how it went. He's twelve and in sixth grade.
We lost again, Mom, he replied. We got creamed, 45 to nothing.
Remember that you're a new middle school and an even newer team, Henry. You're probably the youngest team playing, I answered.
Mom, it's so unfair. Those guys had beards.
