Oh my goodness! How could I not share this? My little guy got his very first (travel) soccer uniform and couldn’t wait to see how it fit!
And I’d say it fits perfectly! Yay!!!
It’s so funny! The manager brought the stack of uniforms over to the parents while the kids were still practicing. Then he asked who wanted what number.
Sheesh! Talk about pressure!!! Lol! You KNOW there is pretty much NO chance I’ll pick the right one.
My first choice, number 7, was already taken. (Shoot. My middle man wears 7. It would have been helpful to have the little guy wear a number I was already used to looking for.)
Numbers 6, 4, 3, and 1 were the next four uniforms on the pile. I pursed my lips and pushed my jaw from side to side. Other parents were waiting for me to pick. Staring at me. So I blurted out a number I thought I could remember the easiest. ONE. Because he is my number ONE 8-year-old. Lol!
I rolled up the uniform and put it in the back of the car, wondering how bad of a choice I had made.
When I showed my son the number he got, he smacked himself in the head and said, “ARRRRRRH!”
Apparently, since our last name is at the top of his alphabetical class list, his number at school for everything he does is…yep, ONE.
“That’s so cool!” I said. “It’s perfect for you, then!”
“MOM, I hate being number one all the time!”
I gave his older brothers the help-me-out-here-eye, and they quickly jumped into the conversation. “Yeah, Buddy. ONE is a very cool number!” Under his breath, my middle man mumbled, “not as cool as just about every other number. But hey. It’s a number.”
Thanks. Thanks a lot, bud.
I did what all good soccer moms must do from time to time. Shake it off, hold my chin up, and take more pictures. :)
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It’s a beautiful day today. Sunny and 78. Time to get working in the garden!
Happy Tuesday, friends!