I realize that the days of playing football all afternoon long on the street are numbered. Some of the kids (including my own) are growing up. The ones that were only in elementary school when we moved here are now in high school, and the ones who were in high school have now moved on. It’s rare these days to actually get the whole gang out there to play. To have them let down their Tween hormonal guards and play as if they don’t have a care in the world.
I wish I was a boy sometimes.
Sometimes, my boys even play together in an awesome display of teamwork. When they aren’t fighting that is.
Teamwork. I think it went something like this:
Tommy: got it! got it! got it…crap. (of course he didn’t realize I was in ear reach)
Lucas: i got it bro…i’m gonna flip it! lateral tommy!
And because I DON’T PLAY football, I just take pictures of it and hang with the other girls on the block and make “snacks” for the boys.