Sarah has been scoring in soccer. Like crazy. When I am not there.
Dad takes her – score. Friend takes her – score. Me – not so much.
She plays in a rec team and the rule is wear red bring white. Or wear white bring red. This has been the rule for oh, I don’t know….five years. We show up Saturday. Sarah in red, team in white. White…at home.
Fortunately, the game was a half a mile from the house so I turned around and got the appropriate jersey.
I got there and they were three minutes into the game. Sarah had borrowed a white long sleeve t-shirt and had jumped right into the game. And of course scored. In the first three minutes, wearing the wrong shirt.
It clearly isn’t the clothes that make the man. Or the mom that makes the game.