Jinx!

There’s this little hyperactive kid in my mom’s second grade class who I love to death. He’s one of those kids who just genuinely has so much energy he often, literally,  cannot control himself. He is forever moving, in one way or another, and has trouble concentrating. I feel for him. Probably because he outwardly manifests what goes on inside my brain a great deal of the time. Plus, I just have a soft spot for the kids who are considered more “difficult”.

Anyways, today I was at the school and he walked up to me, pointed in my face and said, “JINX!” I said, “Hey! Wait a minute! We didn’t even say the same word at the same time. You just walked up to me!” He shrugged, and agreed. He said, “Ok. When I count to three say ‘go’! One, two, three, GO!” I humored him and shouted go at the same time he did. He excitedly shouted, “JINX! You owe me a rootbeer!”

Hmmm. It used to be Coke when I was his age.

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