Thanksgiving 2006: The Replay
Life’s tough when you’re 5. You’re shorter and slower than everybody, and when you’re trying to catch up with everyone on a football field you gotta do what you gotta do. Little did they know how I plotted to foil their plan and sneak in with my attack. So we huddled together to discuss our plays...
I studied my opponents carefully until I knew how to go in for the tackle. Who cares that we were supposed to be playing touch football. Touch football is for wimps. I made sure they understood that I meant business in this backyard by intimidating my prey. 
And in for the kill I went!
But life’s really tough when you’re 5. And it gets even tougher when you tackle the old guy at the knees who just got a hip replacement and he falls on you. Oh well. There’s always next Thanksgiving when I'll be 6 and then I can really whip some butt.
posted by Kate at 9:25 AM
6 Comments:
Awww...poor guy. It is tough being the small one. Soon enough he'll be big enough to take them all on.
3:38 PM
Six. Now THAT is the age where some real butt-kicking will begin.
7:12 PM
So cute.
10:18 AM
Problem is, He's too small for Defensive End!!!, the position he appears to be playing. Who's the coach!!! His size would justify a roaming free safety. Or maybe just kickoff return on special teams.
10:41 AM
One of my guy prefers to be the ref. He loves the power of the whistle. You should see him at a pick up rugby game. He's constantly blowing the whistle while these huge guys from Tonga and Ireland say "Ref? Why'd blow da whistle?"
2:09 PM
Kate, your post on beatiful surroundings was wonderful. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside and that's the truth, not me being sarcastic.
9:01 AM
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