I’m here at YaYa’s soccer game, frozen from the chilly wind, and disinterested as a wave of unfairness hits me. Fathers (aka Husbands) surround me on the soccer field. They exchange high-fives as they block my view, until I lose interest all together.
Fortunately, I look up just on time to see YaYa dribbling straight towards the goal. He shoots and SCORES. My son, that is! Now, it is my turn to receive the high-five.
My interest in the game is returning…somewhat.