Ty, rest assured the clothes are not the sacrifice. The sacrifice is the THREE days a week this commitment is going to require. We are all loading up, driving over, lugging equipment, entertaining brother so that you can play four-year-old style soccer. Let's just say it's not real competitive. It's pretty much a play date at an inconvenient time that costs money. But yes, we love you. That's why we are doing it.
The first practice was interesting. We were the first ones there. 20 minutes early. We can't ever seem to be anywhere on time. Either early or late. Just like this morning at school. We were shooting for 7:45. We walked in at 7:30.
Ty met a teammate right off the bat.
"Mom!! A boy told me his name! His name's Tennessee!"
"Are you sure? Is it 'Timothy?'"
"No. It's TEN-NES-SEEEE!"
"Oh. Ok. Great."
You can't argue with this kid.
The coaches daughter (bless her heart) peed her pants on the first drill but couldn't go home because mom was the coach. She cried or hung on mom's leg for most of the practice. I tried to get her to "help" me with Brady, but that only lasted so long.
The boys on the team protested if they were asked to kick a pink ball during a drill. One resourceful girl didn't bring a ball so she confiscated Austin's. That boy's no fool. He knew he'd been taken. Every chance he got he would run onto the field and try to steal it back. Finally I convinced him to "give" the girl his ball for the night. Once he had done that, he was at peace with the situation. Dad showed up halfway through bringing sonic burgers. What a guy.
Over all, it was a good time. Watching four-year-old's play soccer, not many things are more entertaining. And most importantly, Ty had a good time.
This is what he told his dad:
"I've got lots of new friends! Even one who kept saying: "Hey!! That's MY ball!"