Son got home from a JV soccer game yesterday afternoon - his padded goalie pants are all muddy. He was so psyched because his team won against a school with a much bigger and more ambitious soccer program.
I asked him if he had played (surprising since he's the second goalie). In fact, he had not played.
Me: How'd you get so muddy?
Him: Warming up.
ha ha. He's all heart. He gives it his all and it was fun to have him home in such a good mood, even if he did talk about the game non-stop (and over and over).
PS Did I mention tht my dryer's broken. Sigh - But I'll clean the pants with no complaints. Can't say the same about clean clothes I find in wrinkled piles on his floor.
