This fall, our oldest child finally became of age to start playing sports. My brother and I grew up playing soccer, and all of my brother's children do the same. So, this October we signed our oldest daughter up for U4 (Under 4) soccer. And being that my daughter's team had no coach, I volunteered myself so that she could play. It was one of the most frustratingly hilarious experiences I've ever been through.
Our first game, at the first whistle, 2 of my 4 kids on the field just threw themselves on the ground and starting doing snow angles (with no snow anywhere around), one ran off to a different field, and the other ran off into the weeds, while my 5th kid ran to his parents and cried.
The final game things got a little better, none of my kids cried, and they all tried. Except the last team had an older 4 year old, who ran loops around my kids. Eventually getting tired of the shenanigans, my daughter grabbed that ball from him, ran it down the field, and threw into the goal, and had herself a little celebration. Everybody got a kick out of it....Except my daughter, who we had to tell her goal didn't count....She didn't really accept that.
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