Last Tuesday, I visited my buddy John and his family in Omaha. After a yummy pizza dinner cooked up by Denise... John and me and his two kids - Isaiah (6 years) and Annora (18 months) - went to the park.
While at the park, Isaiah says to me: "Paul, you're going to be a Hollywood actor."
I - both embarrassed by the compliment and obligated to be modest - replied: "No, no, no, Isaiah. I don't think so."
Then there was some silence. Awkward. Silence.
And then it hits me.
Little, 6-year-old Isaiah had said: "Paul, I'm going to be a Hollywood actor."
I had effectively crushed the dreams of a small child.
Lesson learned? Never ever be modest.