Those Tricky 'M' Words will Get you Every Time
The boys had soccer this evening. Bones (Son#3) has his at 5:30 and the older two at 6:30. My husband took my oldest to grab something to eat, my middle son is under the weather so he stayed with me at Bones's practice as he wasn’t going to his own.
Water break time, and Bones runs up to me and says, “Mom! I know the name of our team! It’s The Maggots.”
Me: The Maggots? Are you sure?
Me: REeeeeaaally. The Maggots.
Bones: Yup, The Maggots.
Off he bounds to the field, hippety skippety, not a care in the world. I look at my 8 year old and he raises and eyebrow and says, “The Maggots?” to which I reply, “Heh. Evidently.”
Son#2: Mom… do you REALLY think it’s the Maggots?
Me: No, I don’t. It’s going to be interesting to see what it really is, isn’t it?
Son#2 proceeds to do little ‘Go Maggot’ cheers while sitting next to me.
I’m looking at Bones’ soccer coach, and she’s this tall athletic cuter ‘nallgetout blonde… she reminds me a lot of Teresa of Technicalities. I can tell that all the Dads are going to REALLY REALLY WANT to go to these games. She’s really cheerful and great with the kids. She’s divided them into two teams, giving every kid some Disney character name… which is fitting… because…
When I got the flyer at the end of practice, it said the name of the team was The 'insert city here' MAGIC. Yup. Magic.
Magic, maggots, maggots, magic... I guess I get it. Magic to one person is nothing but Maggots to another. I think he’d be happier to be the Maggots.