The child zoomed past me on his scooter, then came to an abrupt halt. He was probably 7, maybe 8. He looked me up and down and said, “For a second I thought you were this famous wrestler that I know.” He paused. “But you’re not.”
The child zoomed past me on his scooter, then came to an abrupt halt. He was probably 7, maybe 8. He looked me up and down and said, “For a second I thought you were this famous wrestler that I know.” He paused. “But you’re not.”