All Stars

Number one son with mouth full of breakfast: “Jackson says that I’m going to be an all-star.”
“A what?” I ask. “Chew and swallow, please.”
“An all-star for the baseball team.”
Me: “And how does Jackson know this?”
“Well Jackson has proof  because Carter’s father is an assistant coach and Carter saw the list and he told Jackson, and Jackson told me.”
“So what does it mean to be an all-star, more games?”
“You get to play in the all-star game against another town.”
Me: “Wow.” Trying to suppress huge grin of motherly pride. “Well sweetie, don’t get your hopes up. Just be the best you, you can be and have fun.”
Sweet smiling son: “Yeah.”
Me: “I’m really proud of you.”