On the way to basketball this afternoon JJ told me that his basketball was his best friend and I was second on the list.
Not much more to be said really, except that he really thought I should be his best friend – please, please!
I’m second best
Ouch – that has got to hurt!!!
At JJ’s age it’s really hard to beat out a basketball Jen. I guess you’ll just have to try harder….and bounce higher.
In perspective though, basketball is fun to watch. Some of my best memories are of watching my son’s team play basketball. It’s fast and fun and burns up so much excess boy energy!
I guess the food bills will continue though:-)
If push came to shove though, I’m sure you would come out on top.
Jen, Just thank your lucky stars, or God, or who/whatever that you come second to an inanimate object. You really can’t get that resentful of a basketball, can you? Maybe JJ is trying to get you to practice for the day when his teacher, the girl next-door, or his basketball coach are more important people in his life — and he tells you so in a voice loud enough to wake the dead! This is more likely to happen when you are trying to get him to understand the reason why dirty socks should not be left to accumulate under the bed for weeks at a time, likewise dirty cups! From which you may gather that I’ve been there, done that and lost the T-shirt — and now my grand-duaghters are telling their Mum that “Granny is my best friend – you just don’t understand!”
Loadsa luv — and keep smiling