Sports Schmorts
On our way to our dentist and eye doctor appointments earlier this week, the kids and I got on the topic of school and sports. Connor asked me if he could play football this year, and I said, "Not until 3rd grade, bud." Well, this proceeded to break his heart, just like it does most of the time right around the different sports sign-up times. And we had a long, drawn-out conversation where he cried and I apologized and tried to help him understand my point of view. Every season, we seem to have the same conversation, and it gets longer and more dramatic the older he gets. At the beginning of preschool, I set up a "rule" (like I think most parents do with their kids, especially their first-born kids). The rule is: No sports until 3rd grade, and then only one (or a max of two if Dad undermines me). The first-born rule I remember my mom had for me was about ear piercing. She said not until I was 16. Well, through man...