My boys usually play sports with dad. Right when he gets home from work it is time to throw football or shoot basketball or hit baseball or wrestle, etc. etc. Yesterday, we were all in the yard waiting for dad to get home (tick, tock, tick, tock… it's past 5 o'clock) and Nash didn't think I knew how to play soccer. Ha, I am older and slower and chubbier but I laugh at you little fools. I won 12-2, because sometimes you just have to show a house full of boys what is up.
Long sweater to hide love handles doubles as super mom cape. Don't challenge me boys. Someone left crying. It wasn't me.