The Puddles

But I can’t. He is four years old. He plays on Ainsley’s soccer time and he pushed my baby down today.  Nobody does that to MY baby!  This is the same kid who sits off to the sidelines crying about not wanting to play and then runs on to the field when our team has the ball and is almost at the goal and then shoves to kid who has the ball down and kicks it in.  (That sentence was a run-on.  I know.  But trust me, I haven’t taken a breath yet.)  He bulldozed my Ainsley down. “On purpose or accident?” (that’s what I ask all the time at home).  It was definitely ON PURPOSE.  I was ready to march on that field and TAKE HIM OUT! But I got a hold of myself and didn’t move out of my chair.  I concentrated on hugging on Ainsley who was upset.  And I let the coach try to handle it.  (He wasn’t successful but he did try.)

Got to love sports!  It suppose to be all fun at this age!  I am working on my deep breathing techniques for the next game.  I think I am going to need it for the last two games if I want to come out without saying something mean to the parents of that child.  You should know that at most of her games we are laughing and having a good time at the antics of four year olds playing soccer, but being a bully on the field is where I draw the line.  One day Ainsley will stand up for herself and he will suffer the rath of Ainsley and that will be worse then any punishment that I could ever dose out.