That’s stellar. She’s best at it when she’s in goalkeeper gloves and a ponytail. It’s a blast to watch. She’s a self-proclaimed midfielder stuck in goalkeeper gear. You wouldn’t guess it when she slides out at girls’ feet and sweeps away their harmful intents.
One day she kept one of the conference’s best teams scoreless with those antics.
In a tight game, little details get magnified. I’ve told the girls that every time you swipe away a scoring opportunity, you tilt the game ever so slightly. Soon enough, you begin to capture bits of their soul. It’s dramatic, for sure. Sports make for compelling theater.
(For instance, quick – find the Storm trooper above. See?)
Lies in this 6 Words post are easy to spot. In fact, I asked for them.
Today, you see, is Honesty Day. So in contrary observance, I asked strangers, friends, bloggers, and a few strange blogger friends to tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies. Or, to quote modern British philosopher Phillip Collins:
Well, not literally. But the kids, they think pops is loaded. Filthy rich. Not just filthy. I suppose when you’re a kid, $20 is a fortune. Even kids today. What they don’t know is that Bank of America, All-State and Duke Energy draw lots for the bulk of my take-home.
The rest goes to Food Lion and Aldi. And the local dollar-menu joint. (Just doing my part.)
Grace asked how much money I make, and when I told her (note: this won’t be an answer on Go Ask Daddy), she acted like she’d just won the Showcase Showdown. The scheming 8-year-old mind never rests.