First day of Pee Wee soccer practice... occurred.
Lets just say it happened.
Bear sat down and refused to play. That was all there was to it for him.
Turbo intermittently got in line to kick the ball, than decided he didn't like the rule about not touching it and picked it up and left, and then, decided to go fly off and be a bird.
Of course all the OTHER children stayed with the group, got in line and took turns kicking the ball. None of the OTHER kids needed to be corralled.
This happens to me all the time.
It's like, my kids are off in their own world, masters of their own universe, and they don't want to do anything they don't want to do.
But it's just SOCCER! Is it too much to ask to let mommy have ONE thing that doesn't make mommy put her face in her hands or end in, "Oh Dear." "Oh My." "Maybe Golf?"
4 comments:
You can't really think it would be a good idea to arm your sons with golf clubs.
Well, there is that....
Maybe if I just gave them fencing lessons, and welcomed the violence inherent in the system?
They're not uncooperative; they are creative, free wheeling spirits finding their way against the grain of society's conformist regime......
Ok. who am I kidding?
I totally suggest golf.
Tennis anyone?
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