Bring On the Competition

There are no ifs ands or buts about it, our household is a very competitive bunch.  All of us are.  At least I think all of us are - I’m still undecided about Porkchop.  But really, is there any other way to be when playing sports?

Case in point – last night at soccer practice the boys were scrimmaging their fellow teammates. Porkchop and Hambone were on the same team, which by the way was not a very smart decision on my part.  Porkchop is obviously not ready for this, as half of his time was spent shoving the ball under his shirt and bumping into the other kids, or doing somersaults, or tackling his brother or saying I don’t like this game and running off the field. I swear not five minutes would go by where I didn’t have to mouth “put that down” or “listen to your coach”.  I’m sure I looked like a crazy lady with all of my finger pointing and hand motioning and what not.  Anyway, back to my point. Because they were practicing with no net, the sidelines consisted of four cones. One outlining each far corner and two outlining the goal box. 

The other team started the play and one of the kids kicked the ball in between the far outside cone and the inner goal cone (I’m hoping you can picture this in your head because I have a hard time explaining things sometimes).  Hambone instantly yelled “That doesn’t count – you didn’t kick it in the right spot.” He was absolutely right.  I’m not sure if the coach just let it slide or if he wasn’t paying attention – but that did not sit well with Hambone. He’s now quite upset and yelling “That’s not fair”. He’s at this age where everything, and I mean everything is not fair.  How do you teach a five year old that sometimes, life is just not fair?  But, back to my point (again).  So, on the next play Hambone immediately steals the ball, takes it all the way down the field and instead of kicking it in the goal box, kicks it in between the same set of cones the other kid did.  He turns to the kid and in a very snotty and matter of fact tone yells “There, how do you like that?”

I’m sure it wasn’t the right thing to do, but I couldn’t help but to smile and snicker a little.  That’s my boy!  He definitely takes after me – such a little brat!

Until next time, enjoy some competition and live, laugh, love xoxo