Last week I was sitting in the living room minding my own business, when one of my Sons Who Shall Remain Nameless walked out of his bedroom. The following is almost a word-for-word replay:
Anonymous Son (AS): Dad, do we have a frame about this big? (makes motions with his hands to indicate a frame about two and a half feet tall)
Me: Ummmm, I don’t think so. Why do you need a frame?
AS: Come here for a second.
We walk to his room, where he has taken down a UNC banner that he had hanging on his curtain rod and replaced it with his own replica youth medium-sized Tyler Hansbrough jersey, which he’s worn at least four times per week for the last year.
AS: So, I don’t really like it hanging right there, and I’m thinking I should just frame it.
Me: Tell me again why we’re framing it?
AS: Because I’ve almost outgrown it, and I need to retire it.
Me: You want to do what?
AS: Dad, all great players have their jerseys retired. I’m outgrowing it, so I need to retire it.
Wow. Do you remember the days when you were that deliriously confident in your skills? I love this kid.