X was like a mini me.
One evening, we picked X up from school. Z was already in the car and had attended soccer camp earlier in the day. X was aware because Z had worned the jersey in the morning.
When X got into the car, he asked, “Kor, did you score any goals today?”
X smiled and piqued excitedly, “Good job!”
Mr H and I laughed. He was only 3.5 years’ old and he sounded like a mini me.
He had been telling Z not to daydream on the pitch, to focus and to score goals every practice and match. He more than matched me on the naggy level.