Poor Sam’s batting helmet had broken.  Poor Sam had to go shopping for a new one with his father.

Finding a good looking batting helmet at a decent price, Sam tried it on for size.  I asked, “How does it fit?”  Sam’s answer was brief and to the point, “Fine.”

Worried that 10-year-old Sam may not have been listening, I asked again (because one can never be too sure), “How does it fit?”  Sam’s answer was again right to the point, “Fine.”

Concerned that Sam did not understand the importance of having a helmet that actually fits, I asked for a third time (Good Lord, David, you ask fewer questions, when you purchase a home), “How does it fit?”  Looking down at Sam, I suddenly realized the error of my ways.

Not only did the helmet fit, but the helmet was also promising me that it would fit.

Right there on the bill (hard to read in this photo, but trust me, it’s there in big letters), “One Size Fits All.”

Sorry son, you’re fine.  Your father however has learned a sad lesson.  Apparently, the Power of Observation is a “One Size Fits Most” kind of thing.