My Not-so-Secret Admirer.
Laurel and I attended a gifted ed skate night at our local roller rink Tuesday evening. I'm such a cool mom that I typically rent skates and get out there, too. I figure if I'm going to break my neck, I might as well have fun doing it. I'm not a confident skater. Growing up on a gravel road doesn't really lend itself to learning to skate.
While the more proficient skaters were doing the hokey pokey, I took a break. I was sitting on some benches when a little boy with an ice cream cone came skating up and sat next to me. He was about 6 years old, with sunny blond hair and big old brown eyes. He struck up a fun conversation with me, which went something like this:
Boy: "I love speed skating." (speed skating was next in the lineup)
Me: "Really? I'm not much of a skater, I'm afraid."
Boy: "I could probably go pro."
Me: "How wonderful! Are you planning to be a professional skater when you grow up?"
Boy: "No. I'm going to be a race car driver. I'll win a million bucks. All I have to do is win Talladega."
Me: "Gonna trade in your skates for some bigger wheels, huh?"
Boy (laughing): "You're funny."
lull in conversation
Boy (derisively): "My brother, he wants to be an engineer." (shaking head)
Me: "Yeah? How old is your brother?"
Boy (clearly disgusted): "Twelve."
We chit-chatted a little more, then he took off. Shortly thereafter, I took the floor myself, skated around a few times, then skated into the wall to stop paused at the edge of the floor to speak with the gifted ed art teacher. I was visiting with her when the little boy skated up to us again.
Boy: "I forgot to ask your name."
Me (laughing): "Well, my name is Michelle. What's yours?"
Boy: "Kyle."
Me: "Very nice to meet you, Kyle."
Teacher (snickering): "Careful, I think he's going to ask you to couples-skate."
Alas, he didn't ask me to couples-skate. He probably figured I wasn't good enough on my wheels to roll with him. After all, he's good enough to go pro. It's just as well. I hate racing.
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