Let's just say the imaginary "Chaos Meter" in my head has been pinging for the last 4 months.
Soccer practice couldn't have come sooner; Rakes was at his full throttle, balls to the wall best tonight. Kicking soccer balls, elbowing other kids out of his way, and when Coach Wendell asked who could score a goal? Rakes was the first, and loudest, to raise his hand.
He ran, laughed, kicked, and showboated for 45 minutes straight. And while his antics would earn him a Red Card (I'll defer to my resident soccer expert Horshamscouse on the final ruling), just seeing him running around like a maniac did my heart good. Once soccer is done, T-Ball starts about 10 days later. Which reminds me, I have GOT to have that talk with him about no pimping at the plate when he get's hold of one like Manny, don't taunt the 2nd baseman when he runs by, and don't ever, and Dad means EVER, run the bases backward.
No matter how much you want to.
As the final exercise for practice tonight, Coach went about 50 yards away, knelt down, and had the kids race to be the first one to give him a high five.
Guess who won?