So Margaret started playing soccer this week, and because I am a good mother who reads the guidelines about equipment requirements, we went and bought cleats and socks and shinguards.
She wanted pink.
I mean, there's nothing wrong with pink, but it is a bit much to have to buy pink shinguards that no one is going to see because of the mandatory socks (pink, in this case) over them.
But I got them, because she should get to pick what she wants, within reason, and the pink is just barely within the bounds of reason.
Isn't she cute?
Anyway, practice yesterday was canceled because of the rain (there was rain, lots of rain), but on Saturday, she had her first practice, and it was interesting.
She picked flowers off the field and came over to bring them to me. She hugged me. She stopped playing to yell that she loved me. She was, in other words, that kid. I have failed as a soccer mom. I will do better with Ellie, I promise.