The Worst That Can Happen

Kid: “I’m really glad you’re coming to the band concert tonight because I am REALLY nervous.”

Me: “Aw, there’s nothing to worry about. Really, what’s the WORST that can happen?”

Kid: “Well, I could drop my clarinet in the middle of the song, it could crash into pieces, everyone would stare, the song would stop, I’d have to pay for the instrument, the concert would be ruined and it would be all my fault.”

(long pause)

Me: “Yeah. That’d be bad.”

#june

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