Milestone. Or, perhaps, kilometrestone?

Tonite, we had the chance to participate in something rather neat; we were part of the ‘local greeting’ for a group of college student athletes that are in town for a Big Tournament.

We’re standing there with everyone else, collecting autographs, hooting and hollering and generally having fun. And my seven year old, at one point, turns around to me and says softly, “Dad, they’re all pretty hot.”