Harry Potter has a lightening bolt on his forehead. Jake has a pentagon. No joke. He was born with veins on the left side of his forehead that look just like the shape on a soccer ball.
Much to the joy and delight of his mommy and granddad…
He has been obsessed with anything remotely resembling a ball for most of his life at this point. So, what would any good mommy do? Lie of course.
I lied about his age (only by 2 months) and signed him up for “Bug Ball” with his buddy Costa. Yesterday was their second “soccer practice.” Yes, I paid good money to have Jake run around and kick the ball on a field, which he does for free, up and down the hallway night and day.
They have “drills” like:
* “Run to the red (yellow, green, blue) cone”: Jacob has no idea what is going on, but really, does anyone else?
* “Stop the ball with your elbow (head, knee, foot)”: Jake knows the words stop, ball and foot. Yet, this still does not translate.
* They put out a tunnel and a balance beam and rings: Jake tries to roll the tunnel around while other kids are in it. He cannot be talked into entering the rolling tunnel of danger. Costa picks up the blue and green ring every week and carries them around behind him… one in each hand.
* And they play parachute: This week Jakey bravely ran under the chute several times. He’s very careful not to be under it when we let it go and some of the kids come perilously close to suffocation by rainbow flying apparatus.
Since the World Cup, where my Spanish compadres exited victorious, Jake has learned to put his arms in the air and yell “Goooool!” Except that if you listen very closely, you’ll notice he’s actually yelling “Dole!” Perhaps he is cheering for pineapple…
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