Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.
Well today was another 100° day here in Texas. This is about what it was like when we moved down here except it is more humid now compared to then. Tonight was soccer evaluation. Both kids are playing soccer this summer / fall. The son is doing so because he has done it in the past and enjoyed it. The daughter is doing so because she wanted these shin guards...
As soon as she saw these pink shin guards at Target earlier in the year, she was convinced she was going to play soccer next session.
Tonight being evaluation night, both kids showed up (in the heat) and did a myriad of tests (throw the ball, kick it far and straight, run, kick the ball around some pylons, etc.). They were each scored accordingly and the scores will be used to put them on teams of kids with similar skill levels (or lack thereof). What does this really mean to me? Well I am glad you asked. Basically it means that (more than likely) the kids will have soccer practice on separate nights and have games at different times on games days. Translation: my Monday nights, Tuesday nights and Saturday mornings are claimed for the next few months. Oh well.
The daughter also lost a tooth today. I believe I have mentioned how we handle lost teeth in my house. You put it under your pillow and the tooth turns into money. We do not believe (or encourage belief) in the tooth fairy. The son has reached the age where he is convinced that I am switching the tooth for money. I explained to him that when he stops believing that the tooth turns to money then they will most certainly stop. Hallelujah, he is a believer again. Anyway, very soon (slightly after I finish this blog) the daughter's tooth will magically turn into money (I hope). The son has purchased Spy Gear (like this Alarm Kit that has a key code that he has installed on his door) and has threatened to booby trap their room. I tell you my mom had it easy. I slept hard and was happy with a quarter or two. The daughter is convinced she will get $5 and I have to "break into" her room in order to give it to her. A dad's job is never easy. Wish me luck.
Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.
Jon
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