Today was the last day of soccer. After two years of soccer, Doug and I have decided that it is NOT Frank’s sport. He’s not that crazy about going after a ball when ten other guys are going after the same ball and there’s lots of kicking going on. He’s also not crazy about getting hit with the ball when he is in the unlucky spot of being directly in front of it. So he tries to stay as far away from it as he can. Not a great soccer strategy. 
It was fun that he got to play on a team with Tyler for one more year, and we’re hoping the two are on the same baseball team again this season, but the truth is that Tyler and Frank have grown apart and really don’t seem to hang out much anymore. Tyler is much more serious than Frank is. Frank grew out of his seriousness and is now pretty silly.
As a mom, who grew up much too fast herself, I’ll take silly over serious any day. I was way too serious. Still am. There’s no fun in that. When I was ten, I wanted to be thirty. Looking back, I wish I would’ve enjoyed childhood more while I was in it. I definitely want Frank and Beck to take full advantage of being kids and enjoying every minute of it.
After the game there was the usual end of season party. Unfortunately AYSO for this region is really unorganized, which is putting it lightly. They didn’t have the trophies ordered in time for the end of the season. So some time the kids are supposed to get trophies. We’ll see.
After pizza, Doug made a right instead of a left out of the parking lot. Right would’ve taken us home. Left took us to sushi. It was a treat and a blast. Sometimes things just work. And it did.
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