Soccer was interesting this week.
I was all alone
to deal with The Player
and The Super Fan.
It was pure chaos.
I shoved a whole pack of saltine crackers in Taylee's mouth.
By halftime.
Anden wasn't himself.
He was tired.
Hot.
Kept falling down.
For that matter, ALL the kids were.
I swear I came to the wrong fields.
We were definitely at a Rugby match today.
The game was stalled SEVERAL times
to break up the dog pile of kids.
And to my sheer delight,
the Tazmanian Devil has been reincarnated.
He's on our team.
Somehow his parents didn't mind him
furiously spinning down the field
knocking over any and everything
in his path.
Anden really just wasn't into this game.
I couldn't figure out why.
The next day he came down with nasty cold.
Hmmm, that explains a lot.
Then I downloaded the pictures
and it explained even more.
Too bad I had to figure that out through photographs
since I didn't get to actually watch the game!
Oh and speaking of not watching,
with seconds left in the game
Anden rushed to tell me he finally scored a goal.
And now needed a new toy.
I think he just might have capitalized on the fact that I was distracted.
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