Shula said, "O.K., I'll bite. Why?"
"Why?" shrieked the boy. "Why? For throwing all those bombs at Paul War-field, that's why!" He doubled over with laughter, very pleased with the execution of his joke.
But that was not the end of it. The redheaded boy dogged Shula the entire round, making jokes and keeping him apprised of the world at large, and when Shula was finally going off the course he offered the boy his hand and patted him on the head.
The boy said, "Wanta know something else?"
Shula said he could probably stand just one more piece of information.
"I wish you were my father," said the boy.