Until yesterday, Peeps had yet to make contact with the ball during a game. I told her if she kicked the ball just once we'd get ice cream afterward. Accordingly, she kicked the ball once, threw me a thumbs up, and checked out.
pep-talk twirling...
standing aside, lest that pesky ball get anywhere near her.
Athletically, of course, she takes after me.
4 comments:
haha, i love it!
I was gonna say, "That's my girl," but you beat me to it. Ew--don't let the ball touch me. No balls, no snow, EVER.
Enroll that girl in a credible creative dance program now! She shows all the signs of a promising modern dancer:)
Hahahahaha! It reminds me of my days dancing in the outfield of softball in Spanish Fork. You're one of us Peeps! Good for you!
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