Last night was Quinn's first soccer practice / game. He is soooooo.... excited about playing soccer this year. He'd ask to put on his soccer shoes, and then tear around the backyard kicking the ball around. (Even soccer shoes are a big step for him because last year his feet were too small for soccer shoes!)
For the last week he's been driving me CRAZY asking: "is tonight soccer night Mummy?" "Tonight am I playing soccer?" "when do I have soccer Mummy?" and on, and on, and on....
Sooo.... imagine how pleased I was to check the forecast and see that the weather was supposed to be raining, with a high of 7 degrees (that's 44 F for all my American friends). Sure enough, it rained, and rained, and rained some more yesterday. So Quinn and I (I coach his team) dressed in our best rain-day soccer gear and headed out to the field.
As we pull in to the parking lot I asked Quinn: "do you want to stay in the car or come out with me?" (knowing full well that there was no way the kids were going to be playing soccer) "OUT!!" was the reply I got. So we headed out and Quinn stood quietly next to me while I chatted with the other coaches and gave out the shirts to his team mates.
Needless to say, there was no soccer happening. It was an absolutely miserable night. After about 20 minutes Quinn started to complain that he was cold. So, being the kind and compassionate person that I am, I told him to go run around with some friends of his because: "if you run around, you'll warm up".
After about 5 minutes of running around Quinn came back over to me. He had snot all over his face and was bawling his eyes out. "Mom, I'm COOOOOOOLLLLLDDDD!!!!!!!"
Alright, clearly it was time to go. We got in the car and headed to Tim Hortons. I thought I'd get him a hot chocolate to make up for the fact that there was no soccer, and to try to cheer him up.
After I got the hot chocolate from the drive-through, I handed it to Quinn and said: "hold on to this - it will warm up your hands."
As Julia Roberts says in Pretty Woman: "Big mistake. HUGE!!!"
No sooner do we pull out of the parking lot, then Quinn starts to scream. There was hot chocolate everywhere. I tried to grab the cup out of his hand, as I'm weaving in and out of traffic. (well, this is Sarnia so there really isn't traffic per say, but I was weaving in and out of my lane). I pulled over and grabbed the cup from him. Apparently he had tried to open the hot chocolate and it had splashed all over his tummy and chest. (yes, I've learned my lesson - don't give a five year old hot chocolate and expect him to just 'hold' it!) He was fine by the way - just startled to have hot chocolate spill all over him.
Oye vey. So much for my good deed!
We got home, got him changed and out of his soccer gear and sat down to have dinner and what was left of the hot chocolate.
Poor guy, he was so gutted that soccer didn't happen. Here's praying to the weather Gods that next week is a clear, sunny, WARM day!
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