Sugar Mama

Last night my Grandma & Grandpa Vote & Uncle Layne (known to me as "Dude") came to watch me play soccer. Something I started doing weeks ago at the Y. It's a class for 3-5 year olds and we learn about the game, practice skills of kicking, and talk about being good sports - meaning that when the mean kid trips me, he should say sorry afterwards.

Anyways, before we left the house I called my Grandma "Sugar Mama." It took them a while to figure out where I learned that at...then the light came on. My mom called Grandma that one day when she was giving/buying me something (which happens often). So that is her new name.

Now back to soccer - I've got skills. I just choose not to use them. It's an hour long class and after a while I get tired of listening to instructions on how to kick a round ball. So I do my own thing. That's right I'm the kid who's rolling on the floor, throwing the ball up in the air, generally not paying much attention. Mom finds it funny. Dad thinks it's a sign I'm going to be riding the short bus to school one day.

Next week is the last soccer practice, then for the next 6 weeks it's basketball....how confusing to spend 6 weeks telling me not to touch the ball with my hands, only my feet....then telling me to dribble with my hands. How well do you think this is going to go over with 3-5 year olds? I imagine the first class will be spent by our coaches saying "Use your hands to dribble. Don't kick the ball." Who scheduled those sports back-to-back?