"I don't think I want to be catcher anymore, Mom."
"Why is that?"
"You get hit a lot when you're catcher."
"I thought you just got it that one time in the leg."
"No, I also got it in the shoulder, the arm, and another place I will have to whisper in your ear."
Oof, I don't blame you, Bob. (Go for the outfield; sometimes you can take a nap out there.)
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