I believe the children are our future

Yesterday we were at a neighboring high school for Jessica's soccer scrimmage.

We happened to set up camp next to the "concession stand." Of course, I should mention that calling the set-up a "stand" is a bit generous as a box of granola bars, a box of Austin cheese crackers, and a cooler of Gatorade and waters does not necessarily constitute a competitive edge in the concession industry.

But, I digress.

A second table was set up and two girls were asked to separate a box of t-shirts into stacks of 10. After some time, I heard one of the girls say, "Ok. We have 20 stacks of 10. Oh my gosh, we have counted 2,000 shirts!"

I busted out laughing.


I couldn't hear anything after that because I just kept laughing. Big Daddy may have been embarrassed.

Someone figured out the faux pas of the math wizard, told her that she should have 200, and decided to do a recount. She said, "Ok. You had 200, but I have taken 7 away so now you have 190."

These are our future bankers, congresspeople, and fast food restaurant managers, folks.

The only thing that made me feel like we have a chance in the future is when I retold the incident to Jessica. I stopped after "2,000" and acted like it was no big deal to get her true reaction.

She busted out laughing. "2,000??"

(My heart almost burst out of my chest.)

There may be hope for us after all.