
Charlie started peewee soccer last week; it was just about the cutest
thing I have ever seen. I got a little teary-eyed because it was so dang cute and he seemed so grown-up.

Charlie did not meet the age requirement by a few weeks so we had to fib and say he was already three. Slight problem, the first day of practice he acted like a two-year-old, notice he is playing with the ball when he is supposed to be "stretching."
(At least Jordan decided it was time for some sit-ups so that took some of the attention off Charlie being the only one not following along.)