Don’t Your Arms Get Tired?

Early evenings at Heaven’s Dog, especially when there is a show on at the Orpheum, we get a lot of families in to the restaurant.

The other night the restaurant was booked, so a family of 6 sat in front of me at the bar.

The young man who sat directly in front of me, probably about 8 years old, seemed to be completely fascinated by my activities making cocktails. I made some small talk with him, and eventually he asked the following question and made an observation which I thought was just the cutest, most innocent comment ever.

“Don’t your arms get tired? Because, I know when I’ve been skipping stones all day on the lake, my arms are tired the next day.”