Today, we moved one step closer to becoming card-carrying members of Suburbia: we signed Zoey up for soccer. That's right, today I AM A SOCCER MOM DAD!
The only drawback to the whole thing? Zoey has practice one night a week and games two nights a week. Isn't three nights a week a little extreme for a three-year old? If they play this often at three, are they still allowed to attend elementary school if they're playing soccer at age eight?
I don't know who's more excited about her soccer games, Zoey or Ella and me (or possibly her Granny, who has already informed her boss she will need off work an hour early on the nights of all twelve of Zoey's games). I know quite well the soccer Zoey will be playing won't resemble actual soccer; we won't be watching any miniature David Beckhams or Mia Hamms (sorry, but my knowledge of soccer players is limited to Beckham, Hamm, Freddy Adu, that chick who took her top off after the US won the World Cup, Pelé, and Robert Hatch) out on the field. I realize her team of five will look more like the following:
- one kid sitting in the middle of the field, crying
- one kid standing in the middle of the field, picking his/her nose
- one kid waving at the crowd
- one kid running around in circles, totally oblivious to what's going on around him/her
- one kid actually playing soccer
