Shorty Got Low, Low, Low, Low
While other little soccer sisters seem content to sit sweetly with their parents on the sidelines, Miss A seems hell bent on running the hubby and I ragged. We take turns making sure she doesn’t bolt out on to the field, jump in the nearby river, or hijack one of the soccer league sanctioned golf carts zipping through the throngs of jersey clad kids.
Our league games are held on a large field that is essentially a river bottom, and after last week’s heavy rains the river was up considerably and Miss A was determined to “go see it and look for crocodiles Daddy!” (Too much Diego me thinks.) After the hubby had carried her on his shoulders for the umpteenth time so they could stroll over and check out the river bank, she started rolling around in the grass. Now I’m a big fan of the WTAO (Wear Their Asses Out) method, and seeing this as an opportunity for Miss A to get her ya yas out and pass out in the car on the way home, I let her roll away, her long hair getting full of grass and leaves. Plus Miss C’s soccer game was down at the end of the fields and Miss A could roll to her heart’s content without getting run over by a bunch of kids or zonked in the head with a wayward soccer ball.
While she rolled in the grass I walked alongside her, thinking after a few feet she’d surely get tired. Surely. Meanwhile the other soccer sisters are either sitting in their parents laps or playing at the sidelines. Only our child is rolling in the grass in a most unladylike fashion.
Miss A proceeded to roll a good 20 feet or so and then she spotted a ditch and that force of nature that attracts all children…muddy water! She started running toward the ditch but that’s where I had to put my foot down. Because it’s one thing to roll around in the grass, and it’s another thing entirely to go ditch diving into a stream of muddy water.
