So do you think that at soccer practice my boy would be playing soccer? - NO - My boy is macking on the soccer coach. She's the one that picked him up last week to put his hand in the circle when there was no room for him anymore. You know - The "GOOOOO TEAMMM!" circle of hands. They do it at the end of every practice. Last week he was running all around the circle trying to find a spot and she saw him doing this so she picked him up and leaned him in over the top. He was so excited. He came running back to me, "Mommy! Mommy! - She picked me up to put my hand in!!"
So this week I look at him and what is he doing but picking dandelion's for the coach. Then he had to play the sympathy card. Yesterday morning he went out to watch Riley get on the bus and fell. Tragic, Right? Tears, Band-Aid's, and Magic Blankets had to get involved before we could stop hearing about it. So then at soccer I look at him and he's got his pant leg pulled all the way up and he's walking toward his coach to show her his war wound. The whole game he's not playing, but lagging behind so he could get her attention. And then at the "GOOOOO TEAMMMM!" part he got her to pick him up again. What a player...
So at dinner Riley and I were giving him a hard time. I was asking him if I should get him a flower to give her next week and Riley was like - "Are you going to tell her you love her? Marry her? And then have babies with her?" He replies with a smile across his face, "DUDES! SHE'S MY SOCCER COACH!"
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