Mr. Charlie had soccer camp this week. He was very concerned about why he wasn't allowed to play basketball and kept pointing at them the entire time. (He is his father's son.) He finally decided to give soccer a try and kicked the ball just as hard as he could across the gym. Another kid picked it up and made a run for it with Charlie's ball. Charlie went nuts, retrieved his ball from the kid, held onto it for the rest of the time, and screamed MINE whenever anyone came within 5 feet of him.
The whole experience was so hilariously cute and I hope I never forget it. I'm slowly inching my way into this world of sports as I basically lived in a dance studio my whole life. With a husband who works in sports and 2 boys, I think it's about time!