The Foorce

If only to further demonstrate why special needs sports teams (and dad as coach) are so important to James:

James is in italics, my responses are in bold.

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Mom I have to tell you something.

What is it? Can you wait for one second? (I’m brushing James’s teeth at the moment, but James remains undeterred.)

Something happened yesterday.

What?

I got punched in the chest, like this. (punches himself in the chest with one fist, like half of a gorilla)

Punched in the chest? Where?

At baseball.

What? What happened? 

A Raptor punched me in the chest, like this. (punches himself again for full effect)

A Raptor?

Yeah, not a Grizzly. He was on the other team.

Why would they do that?

I don’t know.

Did you get upset?

(frowns) Yeah, a little.

Did you tell an adult or another coach?

No.

You should always tell if someone hurts you, James. Dad is the coach – you can always tell him, at least.

(approaching Ryan a few minutes later, who is brushing his own teeth)

Hey, did you know James was punched in the chest yesterday by some kid on the Raptors?

Ryan: (pauses, sighs) He was tagged out.

Oh.

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