Soccer

Fall soccer is underway. Henry is enjoying himself and, while he doesn't do much on the field but stand around, he does have fun. This is George's first year playing, and he is in the U5 division. The first game he played for about 3 minutes and had control of the ball the entire time - he's actually pretty fast. But the second the ball got out of his control he stomped off the field. I made him go back on, which was a mistake, because then ran up to the kid from the other team who got the ball away from him and George yelled at the child, "LOSER!" It was horrifying. I was mortified. MORTIFIED.

Then the next game he decided to not give up so easily. He took it a bit too far. I don't know if he thought he was playing football or what, but he started tackling the other kids. Like, arms around knees, dragging them to the ground tackling. Again, I was mortified. MORTIFIED.

Game 3 went a bit better. Still a bit of an attitude problem, but no physical violence. We called that a victory in our house.



Don't let the adorable face fool you. This child is a menace.



Henry, our big 2nd grader.