conversations with the innocent

I stayed after school today, for a short time, so Teoman could play on the playground.  There was a section on the playground that had musical instruments built in - xylophone type bells, drums, cymbals - kids just need to find a stick to play them.  Teoman was wearing his blue and gold Fenerbahce uniform today (because his teacher had told them the day before they HAVE TO wear t-shirts and shorts form now on  - actually, It’s not warm enough in the mornings for shorts, but pre-schooler interpretation of the commands…).  Another boy was there wearing a red and orange Galatasary uniform - the arch enemy of Fenerbahce fans.  The boy looked at  year or two older than Teoman, and he began speaking to him in Turkish,

“Are you a Fenerbahce fan?”
“Yes, they are the biggest team and they always win.”

Let me interrupt this conversation to say Teoman’s baba would be proud.  Teoman had some friends talking to him about other teams at school, and Tolga has been working hard at indoctrinating Teoman to see Fenerbahce as the only team.  

(Other boy).  “They always win?  I didn’t know that.  I used to be Fenerbahce, then I was Besiktas, and now I am Galatasary.  Sometimes they win.”

“Yeah.”

“Everybody wins.”

“I like the colors blue and yellow.”

“Me too.  And l like that.  It says Coca-cola.  But it’s not healthy for you.”
“Yeah.  Only big people can drink it sometimes.”

“Yeah.”