On Saturday I took all three kids to our weekly pick-up soccer game. This is organized by a dad of Alex's friend as a way to just play a little fun soccer. Kids don't fully understand the concept of a "pick-up game" since they're not usually roaming the neighborhood looking for something to do, so we sort of organize it.
This Saturday Ellen was out of town, so we took Shoshi with us. Ben plays too.
On this week Alex and I were on one team while Ben was on the other. Frankly, Ben can hold is own against kids 2 and 3 years older than he is. He'll even go one-on-one with adults, though he freezes a bit. After the game I saw him take off and dribble the ball around the field while being chased, laughing the whole time.
In any case, toward the end of the game Shoshi finished off some Gatorade and then walked onto the field to tell me that we needed to throw it away. Considering that the ball was coming up with an adult and two 8-year-old boys in hot pursuit, I just said "yes, now go sit down."
She then yelled something about throwing it away, frankly I was a bit distracted so I'm not entirely sure what she really wanted to do. Another 5-year-old who was sometimes playing, sometimes not said "I'll throw it away."
He must have grabbed the bottle because I heard the Shoshi alarm start to go off and glanced back to see her chasing this much-older and much more physically adept child down the field, not gaining on him at all.
At that same moment I heard a dad on the other team say "Hey Ben, where ya goin'?"
I turned to see Ben streaking across the field. He came back with the bottle.
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