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How Thoreau helped me understand youth soccer

04.28.2012

If a four year-old does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different coach. Let him step to the whistle which he hears, however measured or far away.

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Now you’re talking my language

04.16.2012

Me: “We’re having a yard sale and we thought we might sell some of your old toys.” The Boy: “Nooooo! Don’t sell my old toys!!! I still want them!!!” Me: “If we sell your old toys, we can make money to buy new toys.” The Boy: “I think maybe we should sell my old toys.”

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Whatever it means, I’ll take it

04.15.2012

The Mrs: “I love you.” The Boy: “I love you with wires.”

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Probably too soon

02.19.2012

Me: “What are you thinking about?” The Boy: “I’m thinking about my future.”

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See if you can guess The Boy’s half of this conversation

02.02.2012

Me: “Because then it would be called overwear.”

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I’m no attorney but that could harm your defense

01.30.2012

The Boy: “You be the police robot and I’ll be the bad guy robot.” Police Robot: “You there. What’s your name?” Bad Guy Robot: “Bad Guy Robot.” Police Robot: “And just what do you think you’re doing?” Bad Guy Robot: “Bad guy stuff.”

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Guess we didn’t need to spend so much money on your bedroom

01.28.2012

“Wow, this is a cool porta potty. I wish I could stay here. I wish there was a bed and a lot of food and toys.”

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They should probably call it something else

01.26.2012

The Boy: “I want something to eat.” The Mrs: “How about a rice cake?” The Boy: “Yay! Rice cake! Rice cake! Hey… what’s that?”

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At least it wasn’t a grilled cheese sandwich

01.23.2012

Me: “What are you eating?” The Boy: “A pretzel.” Me: “Where did you get it?” The Boy: “Couch.”

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It’s coming from inside the house!

01.16.2012

The Boy: “Daddy, what are zombies?” Me: “Well, they’re like kind of like skeletons. Scary Halloween people.” The Boy: “And they’re the walking dead.” Me: “Who told you that?” The Boy: “Mommy.”

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