So Jude is signed up for soccer for the first time. This is a big deal. I want him to be in to sports like I was, his dad...well...not so much, but has decided to support my decision to sign him up. Jude was a bit resilient at first to the idea since he really doesn't know how to play it and the word "team" was overwhelming, I think.
Jude: But I don't know how to play so I don't want to be on the team.
Me: That's ok. The coach teaches you how to play.
Jude: Well good luck with that!
Me: I'm sure you will do wonderful. You just have to try.
Jude: I guess this is what you call a challenge.
See guys? He's smarter than me. I'm doomed.
So, off to Academy we go this afternoon. We must get him outfitted in the latest soccer styles. Since I don't have a daughter, I have to take advantage of these opportunities to shop for a boy and get the coolest cleats, shin pads and knee socks on the market.
Don't laugh at me. I have to get my kicks where I can.
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