"I did something to my back in basketball. Someone kneed me in the back. I can't even breathe right."
Right away I should have been super sympathetic for my husband. I mean, obviously he was in major pain.
"Keegan has Parent-Child Basketball tomorrow night. What does this mean? Does this mean you can't take him? I signed him up so you could take him. Are you saying you can't take him?"
"Honey, I can't even move. You might have to take him."
"But, but I- I can't. I mean, I don't know how to dribble. They'll make me dribble. He'll see me trying to dribble, and he'll be ruined. This could ruin him."
"It will make for a good blog. You're taking him."
So I have to take Keegan to his first "basketball class" tonight. This is what Keegan calls it: basketball class. Oh my Lord, like we're going to painting class or pottery class. Okay. I can handle it. But I already know that it's going to be a gym full of six feet five former jocks and their semi-pro preschoolers.
And me: a short former high school cheerleader. Oh. And her skippy Star Wars-loving son who has played basketball three times in the basement with a Nerf ball, mostly just hitting his dad with it...wait, that's right, maybe he has watched two games that his uncles were coaching (and only loved it because his aunt played with him the whole time and fed him Skittles.)
God help us.
Basketball is important to Will.
It is important to Will's family.
EVERYONE plays basketball in Will's family. I think they played basketball before they could walk.
I don't know ANYTHING about basketball except that that you use a basketball to play and you should be quick with it. Maybe height will help you, but it isn't necessary.
I prefer basketball games if you can drink an alcoholic beverage while watching them. Obviously if Keegan is not ruined tonight, and he plays high school basketball, I KNOW that I will not be allowed to drink at his games. "Yes, that's Keegan Williams' mom. They always have to ask her to put away her wine bottle. It's kind of a standing joke now."
Anyway, I don't want to be the reason that my son doesn't like something, so I am going in with BELLS ON to this Parent-Child basketball CLASS!
However, this means that when Maren has Parent-Child ballet, I am going to have the WORST headache EVER and Will is sooooooo taking her!
Right away I should have been super sympathetic for my husband. I mean, obviously he was in major pain.
"Keegan has Parent-Child Basketball tomorrow night. What does this mean? Does this mean you can't take him? I signed him up so you could take him. Are you saying you can't take him?"
"Honey, I can't even move. You might have to take him."
"But, but I- I can't. I mean, I don't know how to dribble. They'll make me dribble. He'll see me trying to dribble, and he'll be ruined. This could ruin him."
"It will make for a good blog. You're taking him."
So I have to take Keegan to his first "basketball class" tonight. This is what Keegan calls it: basketball class. Oh my Lord, like we're going to painting class or pottery class. Okay. I can handle it. But I already know that it's going to be a gym full of six feet five former jocks and their semi-pro preschoolers.
And me: a short former high school cheerleader. Oh. And her skippy Star Wars-loving son who has played basketball three times in the basement with a Nerf ball, mostly just hitting his dad with it...wait, that's right, maybe he has watched two games that his uncles were coaching (and only loved it because his aunt played with him the whole time and fed him Skittles.)
God help us.
Basketball is important to Will.
It is important to Will's family.
EVERYONE plays basketball in Will's family. I think they played basketball before they could walk.
I don't know ANYTHING about basketball except that that you use a basketball to play and you should be quick with it. Maybe height will help you, but it isn't necessary.
I prefer basketball games if you can drink an alcoholic beverage while watching them. Obviously if Keegan is not ruined tonight, and he plays high school basketball, I KNOW that I will not be allowed to drink at his games. "Yes, that's Keegan Williams' mom. They always have to ask her to put away her wine bottle. It's kind of a standing joke now."
Anyway, I don't want to be the reason that my son doesn't like something, so I am going in with BELLS ON to this Parent-Child basketball CLASS!
However, this means that when Maren has Parent-Child ballet, I am going to have the WORST headache EVER and Will is sooooooo taking her!
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