I dropped Cooper off at football practice yesterday.
(This was before I went to pick up Jordan, Nephew T and Niece M after *their* practices at another location, take T & M home, and go back to get Cooper. Seriously, my season right now is that of a taxi driver -- and an occasional appearance as an ATM....)
Cooper: You can just pull up and I'll go on.
Me: By yourself?
Cooper: Yeah - I can go by myself.
Me: You sure?
Cooper: Yes ma'am, I'm sure.
Me: I can park and walk you up there.
Cooper: No thanks. I'm fine.
Me: ......OK.....
Cooper grabbed his helmet, bag, water jug and got out of the car....
Me: Come here - give me a kiss goodbye.
Cooper: Mom, football players don't kiss.
Alrighty then.
P.S. -- If you need me this weekend, I'll be in Nashville for a volleyball tournament with Jordan, Connie & Niece M. Yep, you guessed it. Fourteen hours of volleyball tomorrow. I'm sure I'll have bleacher butt when it's all over. Ouch.
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Drop Off
I'm rambling about my kids, ok so i cry easily
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oh no! Football players don't kiss? That is awful!
I had a dream last week that I won a volleyball tournament. (uh, I NEVER play!) In this dream, I had a party, and guess who attended?
Michael Jordan and the Pope.
Looks like you will be a frequent visitor at the gas pump too!
Tell Jordan good luck this weekend!
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