Our first soccer games (ever) were the most hysterical things I've ever seen.
I really thought Ava was at her most adorable when she was in a tiny leotard and ballet slippers...I was wrong. A huge, pink soccer uniform is the winner. I could not stop laughing while she was on the field. One moment she would be covering her eyes as the ball made it's way toward her, and the next she was dancing, followed by wandering off of the field and then giving her team mates a thumbs up. She's the cutest Little in the world...seriously.
(small but determined)
My sweet, soft heartened and mild manner son turned into a competitive monster, intent on winning and not showing mercy for the fallen. We were all quite shocked to see he and a boy from the other team (e-hem, a much bigger boy) get into a scuffle. Apparently the bigger boy stuck his tongue out at Aden, and it was all downhill after that....is it terrible that Aden fought back, and I was really proud?
(don't touch my ball)
("Hey mean kid over there...don't be a bully. I'll push you back.")
(By the looks of those other kids faces, Aden was going through the line saying, "You lost, you lost, you lost...")
This week, we'll be working on sportsmanship :)
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