You know those pictures of the talented kids who play on the All Star team? The ones they hang in the grocery store, so the store can brag about the the local team they sponsor?
Yeah. Those photos. The ones that make you wish your kid was amazing enough to be featured in the pinnacle of suburban social success – the bulletin brag board at the local supermarket.
Yesterday when I saw the most recent picture — placed just above the dented/dinged 75% off canned good bins — I trudged up to take a look, starting to feel bad about passing on my lackluster DNA. And knowing at the next neighborhood gathering, the mothers of the soon-to-be superstars will be whispering and pointing in my very sad “didn’t-make-the-bulletin-board” direction.
But on the bright side, at least our kids won’t become the next beer-swilling, skirt chasing, ‘roid popping athlete, right?
As I glanced up….wait. What? Oh yeah, that’s right. I’ve got one of those talented* little super athletes up there on the wall:
*Technically, I have two talented kids. The younger one just choses to be “talented” in different, more creative ways. More on that later this week….