If I ride my Xtracycle, with Burley trailer attached, to the soccer game—instead of, heaven forbid, my nonexistent mini-van—am I still considered a Soccer Mom? (I hate that term nearly as much as I hate Playdate. Ick.)
Sylvan’s first soccer game:
I've got it!
Looks like he just headed it to his teammate, doesn't it?
Scrappy player, Hawaiian board shorts and all.
Sylvan's coach, Bear (who once gave me a job teaching math that I didn't take), suggested that perhaps the grass didn't need as much defending as the red team did.
And did they win? This league doesn’t keep score for the 6-10-year-olds. But the boys knew—or at least they had an exaggerated score of something like 11-2. Who won? It’s more fun learning to dribble.
Looks like soooooo much fun!