It was freezing and blustery, not ideal for the start of the "soccer experience". It took George until after halftime to even put on his shirt, much less think about playing. Nana and Pop were there and bundled up, cheering him on! His daddy coerced him out onto the field for about 2 minutes but he cried the whole time. :( Not interested in kicking at all.
Post-game pancakes at J-Pat's went over well and all were happy and warm!
During reflection time, he shared that he did not want to play because he was upset that he didn't have his OWN ball, and was confused about why there was ONE ball everyone was trying to kick. Makes sense doesn't it? Guess we should have explained the rules of soccer a bit better...
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