Goooooaaaaal!

Little B started a new program: soccer!

He was very, very excited about this prospect. When reminded that he'd be playing soccer that day, he insisted that Simone let him wear his soccer t-shirt. He slipped on his brand spankin' new running shoes rather than the perennial Go! Diego! Go! boots he's been wearing every day. He ran to the car. He ran back to the house and he ran to the car again while Simone locked up the house.

Lifting his feet very high so that the soles slapped noisily against the tiles, he raced down the hall at the community centre.

"Are you here for Sneaker Snappers?" The clerk asked little B as he peered over the counter to check in.

And then, oh bliss, they were in the gym. And there was a rack filled with soccer balls! Little B quickly grabbed one and raced with it toward the goal at one end of the gym.

"Come, Naan-naan!" He called to his mother. Simone played for a bit then told her little man that she'd watch from the mezzanine. Little B eyed her doubtfully but his coach distracted him by getting him to pick his name out of a list of names printed on labels.

Then other than a few tense moments during which little B called for Naan-naan to jump down from the mezzanine, an unlikely prospect given the height, little B had a blast. He giggled, ran, laughed, kicked, played pretend games and, surprisingly, listened to the instructor very well.

The only downside? Simone forgot to bring the camera...