An Olympic

We're sitting at dinner the other night and Ryan declares that he's going to, "be an Olympic!"

"A what?" I ask.

"An Olympic," he says.

I had to think about what he was trying to say, but before I could put two and two together he fills in the missing pieces.

"I want to be an Olympic, like in China on TV last summer!" he declares.

"Oh, you want to be in the Olympics," I say. "You know, you have to compete in a sport in order to be in the Olympics. What sport do you want to compete in?" I ask, waiting for swimming or water polo (the sports I competed in in high school and college).

He thinks about it for a second, then let's me have it.

"Ping Pong!" he confirms.

Ugh.