I have just been sitting here at the computer, Of Course, reading through some of the blogs on spicypage. If you haven’t joined yet then you are missing out on some great reading.
Was browsing through Crunchy Carpets site and about the trials and tribulations of her day. Part of the day was spent taking her 5 year old to soccer. And this brought back memories of when my son first started playing rugby union in New Zealand.
Of course it had been raining, an extremely common event in Auckland, so there were muddy puddles all over the field. So onto the field run our intrepid 4 and 5 years olds to do their first manly spot of sporting battle.
Much fumbling of the ball ensued along with some tears and tantrums. All really quite funny, but the thing that struck me most of all was a little blonde haired boy who had no interest in the game at all, he was far to busy checking himself out in the puddles, and trying to keep his shiny new boots from getting dirty.
When all of a sudden the game went to him and he was sent flying flat out into the mud.
After the shock of what had happened to him hit home, he ran sobbing hysterically from the field. My heart went out to him, Rugby was obviously never going to be his game.
Ooooh lol.
There was a boy at the soccer like that. Wandering up and down the gym and smiling at us.
When he was in goal he was behind it!