It’s the socks that did it. Lacrosse socks specifically, finally pushed a now 6’2 little brother in high school to say enough of his big sisters’ hand-me-downs. Enough. It’s not that we’re cheap, it’s just we have four kids and not a whole helluva lot of money. Or time. Or energy. Okay. We are a little bit cheap. Hand-me-downs save big bucks. When our kids joined a sport, any sport, we ordered the
How to Choose the Right Team for Your Kid
Spring has sprung, and the U13 boys lacrosse teams have been chosen for the highly competitive youth lax season in my little town, where everybody is going to play on a full athletic Division 1 scholarship in just 6 or 7 short years. Word. This vast pool of extreme athletic talent consists of primarily 6th and 7th grade boys, very few with armpit hair, with the occasional 5th grader thrown
My Boy is No Vagina Cleaner
My youngest kid, the tweeny, 11 year-old Boy, recently expanded his vocabulary quite a bit, thanks to some older middle school athletes. With an unfortunate lacrosse birthday that pitted him against 6th and 7th graders rather the kinder, gentler, fart-obsessed 5th graders, he returned from the first lax tryout proclaiming: “These kids are really tall, really hairy, and they’re all talking about Izzy.” Izzy is our slightly older than her