Tonight was Tyler's first football practise of the 5th grade year. They started doing some very cutthroat-looking drills. The couch was tough and I thought, "What is with football? Why are males so fanatical with it?" The other boys were hardcore and they did not stop for nothin. I could tell Tyler was really struggling. The coach had them run around the field and by the time they got back Tyler was red-faced, holding back tears, breathing extremely harshly and said he was going to throw up. I looked around and then noticed that the other boys were kind of man-ish and Tyler was one of the smaller boys there. (That's a first!) So I went over to the coach and asked a few questions.
I found out we were on the 8th grade team.
Duh.
When we found the right 5th grade team Tyler was by far the tallest and much more comfortable. Afterwards I asked him how it felt to go from the 8th to 5th grade team. He said it was like "sitting down watching TV and eating chips." Hmmm, maybe we should head back to the 8th grader Man Team...
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