This weekend we arranged a play date at the park for The Rooster and one of her friends from daycare.
I played soccer with the nine year old brother of Rooster's friend while the other parent watched the girls on the playground.
I used to play competitive soccer when I was in elementary and middle school, but I’m pretty sure my last season was when I was in sixth grade.
Nevertheless, I was impressed with my speed and agility.
[Look at me go!]
I kicked the ball with amazing force and precision!
[I am an Olympic Soccer Super Star!!!]
I played so hard and ran so fast that I wore the nine year old out. He got winded and had to quit first.
I was feeling really proud of my self and, because I am not very mature, I taunted my nine year old friend.
“I a-am faster. I a-am stronger.” I sang while shaking my butt in little victory shimmies.
He grinned, rolled his eyes and told me to shut up.
However, I am a serious idiot.
Oh, my aching HUBRIS!!
I am in desperate need of some sort of butt massaging device…
...and a walker.