Soccer Lessons

I was teaching Trip how to play soccer tonight. We had a goal at either end of the front yard. One was mine and one was his. After the first round, which I won, I let Trip win a couple times, although I made him work for it.

The next round, Trip kicked the ball over to my goal. “That’s Mommy’s goal,” I corrected him.

“I know,” he replied. “Come here, Mommy, kick the ball in.”

“But you’re supposed to be trying to get to your goal over there,” I said, pointing across the yard.

“Yes, but right now I’m helping you, cause it’s your turn to win.”