So THAT is how he views what he did, eh? Colin’s “Weekend News” from this Monday was that he "Played Soccer" this weekend. Funny, if I were him I would have more accurately reported that I “Disrupted a Team of 5 Year Olds with a Soccer Ball Nearby”...but you say tomato…
Colin has a number of issues on the field. This is a learning league – no goalies, no keeping score. Colin’s not cool with either of those, especially as he seems to think he’s a star goalkeeper. He’s in full understanding of which way you run with the ball to score a goal, yet he seems to think it’s much more fun to lie on the ground. Preferably to lie down and pretend he’s hurt in the hopes of getting an ice pack. Ok, he’s not alone there; several of the kids want to do that. Others just decide they've had enough and walk off the field, whereas others decide they want in and come join the game as they wish. But I digress. Back to my child. Colin's true passion on the soccer team? Making the rest of the team laugh. And they do. They think he’s the funniest thing ever. Why? Because he says silly words. Like “Chihuahua.” And I mean, really, is that not worth doubling over giggling about or repeating at the top of your lungs and/or in funny voices? Yeaaaah, I don’t see it either, but these kids think it’s the best. Me? I think it's embarrassing to not have control over your own child. But I tend to overanalyze these things.
Really the best part of last Saturday’s game? When I was running backwards trying to compel my “defense” to come back and stop the green team from scoring their 23rd goal (oops, no keeping score) and in my focused insanity, I ran smack into the net and nearly toppled it and myself over. Of course I looked to the sidelines to make sure Cyndy and Joe saw it…they did. Yep, I’m as coordinated as ever.
Colin has a number of issues on the field. This is a learning league – no goalies, no keeping score. Colin’s not cool with either of those, especially as he seems to think he’s a star goalkeeper. He’s in full understanding of which way you run with the ball to score a goal, yet he seems to think it’s much more fun to lie on the ground. Preferably to lie down and pretend he’s hurt in the hopes of getting an ice pack. Ok, he’s not alone there; several of the kids want to do that. Others just decide they've had enough and walk off the field, whereas others decide they want in and come join the game as they wish. But I digress. Back to my child. Colin's true passion on the soccer team? Making the rest of the team laugh. And they do. They think he’s the funniest thing ever. Why? Because he says silly words. Like “Chihuahua.” And I mean, really, is that not worth doubling over giggling about or repeating at the top of your lungs and/or in funny voices? Yeaaaah, I don’t see it either, but these kids think it’s the best. Me? I think it's embarrassing to not have control over your own child. But I tend to overanalyze these things.
Really the best part of last Saturday’s game? When I was running backwards trying to compel my “defense” to come back and stop the green team from scoring their 23rd goal (oops, no keeping score) and in my focused insanity, I ran smack into the net and nearly toppled it and myself over. Of course I looked to the sidelines to make sure Cyndy and Joe saw it…they did. Yep, I’m as coordinated as ever.
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