Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Today was Bob's first day of Soccer Camp. Bob and some of his pals will be at the park for one hour every morning this week to practice soccer skills with a group of teachers imported from England. This grand total of five hours of camp, seems quite a brazen use of the word "camp." The kids get to wear shin guards and cleats and run around. The coaches accents lend an authentic soccer-y air to it all. Even the "Sponge Bob Square Pants Crab Drill" sounds legit with the Brit thing going.
Bob was so excited, he had trouble sleeping last night. Arrived at the field, found his friends, got checked off the list, received his new ball and was put into the 3-4 year-old group. He played hard for a good eight minutes. He then joined me on the sidelines, explaining that he had "run out of energy." He watched some of the drills while laying on a blanket. He played quietly with a Bakugan. After about ten minutes he turned to me and asked, "So do they have any cafes here?"
It's going to be a long week.