Repost from April.  Between the sneezing and nose blowing it took me a half hour to type "April".

For the past week I have been hearing my kids complain that they need new lacrosse equipment.  Yesterday, I finally found the time to go get everything. With ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. and NoahNoah aka: Mac Daddy
Age: 12
"Special" Qualities: Holds a grudge for longer than you can remember the offense. Talks nonstop
Best Qualities: Wakes up with a smile every day and walks to the beat of his own drum. standing next to me, I walked up to the counter with the equipment list my kids made.  Might I also mention that there were several very attractive high school boys standing to my left.  

As I read over the list, it became immediately clear to me that lacrosse equipment was named by a bunch of drunk frat boys at 3:00 in the morning who failed to score.  How am I going to ask for this equipment out loud? 

I looked up at the 20 year old behind the counter and I swear there was a glint in his eye.  Come on, I dare you, it said.  

Game on kid.  I pulled my shoulders back, looked straight into his eyes, and said:

“Hi there.  I need two shafts, 6 balls, 6 butts and this head restrung.”