Goalie or Frog?
Tonight Zoey and I played soccer in the kitchen. Grandma's door was our net. This weird Ikea frog stool thing was our goalie. I scored a lot. Zoey cheated quite a bit. We laughed uncontrollably, especially when Zo tackled the frog and told me to hurry up and shoot.
This kid's going places. Perhaps Ohio State with that kind of attitude.