Thursday, January 22, 2009
This one courtesy of GRANT:
On the way to Gavin's soccer game the other night.
Grant: Mom, I wish I was super strong.
Me: You do?
Grant: Yeah. It would be so cool if I was so strong that I could, like, pick up Daddy.
Me: Yeah, that would be cool. You would be strong if you could do that.
Grant: Yeah, then I could lift him over the snow and ice and he would be able to come to our soccer games.
The boys play soccer in an indoor facility, but the parking lot is snow-packed gravel, and the sidewalk is always snow-packed and icy. Brian hasn't been to one of their games since early December.
This one brought to you by BRIAN;
After relating the above story to him,
Brian: What do you mean? I go to their soccer games.
Me: No, honey. Remember the walk getting up to the complex is so full of snow and ice we decided it wasn't worth the risk of your falling? You haven't been to a game in over a month.
Brian: Really? I thought I had. Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, but it's no big deal. They don't really pay that close attention to who is there once they start anyway.