I have a photo of the video of the photos which I thought was particularly funny:
The guy that bit the referee removed his shirt so that he could conceal the number on his uniform and thus his identity. He almost got away with it!
What started out as a hair-pulling, bout of shyness, turned into a heart warming, half-hour of son induced inspiration.
We arrived at Greg's soccer practice and the kids were paired up to kick the ball back and forth. Greg refused and mentally wrapped himself around my leg.
I did not beg nor did I bribe, as Miss Sally has taught me the way. I did almost lose it, but in the end I somehow got him to start interacting with the other kids.
And then he did great. This photo is of Greg kicking the ball between the legs of the coach's assistant.
I am a proud papa.
Now, let's see what happens at tomorrow's practice.