It's a Tie

When my six year old son received a football at Christmas from his grandmother, he decided that he knew all about football. When all the exchanging was finished, and his siblings had moved their gifts to their respective collection places, he embraced the football and said, "Let's go outside." He led me out to the little front lawn.


Holding the football to his chest, he showed me where to stand, and put the ball on the grass in front of him. But then he stood up and said, "Now, you kick it to me."


I accepted the ball and put it where he said to.


As I prepared to dink the ball in his direction, he held up his hand with his palm toward me.


"And one more thing," he declared in a firm voice, "Either I win, or it's a tie."