Soccer!

Little B could hardly contain himself through dinner. His bottom bounced on his chair with such regularity that it could have provided the drumbeat for a popular song. "Is it time to go yet?" Little B asked for the tenth time in five minutes. "No," sighed Simone. "Please finish your dinner. Then, you'll still have almost an hour to wait before we leave. But you can watch television so it'll go fast." Little gulped down the last of his yogurt. "Are you sure we can't go now?" He asked, his eyes opening wide. "We can go now but you'll be missing out on television and all you'll get to do is sit and wait at the gym because soccer does not start until 7." Little B's eyes narrowed. Grumbling, he went to the couch. Soon enough Simone and little B climbed into the car, entered the destination into the GPS and headed to the community centre. "Is this it?" Little B stared at the new centre. "Can we go swimming? Can I have a hot dog? Can I have cotton candy? Can I have a slushy? Oh! Can we go skating? What about the water slide? Did you see the water slide? Oh! Soccer!!! I love soccer! Hi Coach S.! I've come to play soccer." "Then you've come to the wrong place," deadpanned Coach S.. Little B stopped bouncing for half a second the launched into a full hug of his coach. "I've missed you, Coach S.!"