Mini Me

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?”

“Yes.”

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.

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