Coach Grandma and Soccer Men

It was a beautiful day here in Nearly Canada. It was about 60 degrees and sunny - a great day to be outside and play soccer. Grandma Black is visiting for about a week, so the boys decided today that Grandma got to be the coach. I was designated as the "watcher" - the one who watches the boys play soccer and watches as Grandma coaches. At one point, I tried to jump in and kick the ball around with Ezra. I was quickly reprimanded by Ezra for a few reasons. First off, because "watchers do not play soccer." Secondly, because coach Grandma didn't tell me I could play.

As the designated watcher, I sat and did my job quite well - I watched the boys play and occasionally clapped and cheered (again, another job of the watcher). I decided to put on my sunglasses since the sun was quite bright. Ezra and Asher decided they too needed their sunglasses. Ezra chose his parade sunglasses. Asher wore his regular sunglasses... up-side-down, as always. Note as well that Ezra has on his shin guards - under his jeans. At one point, as he was sliding across the grass in his jeans, he exclaimed, "mom, I sure am glad I have my jeans on. That way my shin guards don't get dirty!" That's true son... because I'd much rather clean grass stains off of jeans than off shin guards that were made to be stained.