Last weeks soccer game was quite an eye opener.
Let me set the scene... here's our cute little soccer team of 4 and 5 year olds.
And then there was the other team. The team that was clearly a plant from Mexico. The team that was playing futbol, not soccer.
Our cute little guys didn't have a chance. Especially since the other guys were playing in positions.
Ahem. We're not supposed to have positions in 4 and 5 year old soccer at the YMCA. But the miniature Olympic team that we were playing against? Yeah, they planted a midget at the goal.
I may have gotten a little upset. I may have been that mom. I also may have screamed "two can cheat at this game!" when our fabulous coach decided halfway through the game to plant his own little midget at our goal. (Go Ethan!!)
Too bad the score was already 21-0. Or something like that.
Oh well. It's about learning, right?
No, it's about winning. Sorry peeps, I'm just a little competitive.
At least the boys had tons of fun at the soccer party - eating hot dogs, a soccer ball cake (yeah, Chris' wife is pure genius!), and getting their trophies.
Aren't they cute???