Switched at Birth?
I didn't play soccer. June dabbled. Zoey looks like a natural, which kind of confirms the notion that she just might not be our child.
I like soccer. I have no issues with a Saturday morning spent watching Arsenal and West Ham tear one another apart, but I don't know the first thing about the game. I know that Zo smiles when she plays so, that's good enough. I know that she looks cute as hell in those shorts and socks. I know that she picked out the cleats that had the brightest accents, and that she has to play in piggies. I know that when we started this parenting odyssey I wanted to spend my time around things that I was totally unfamiliar with. We found something.
I don't even care if she's even any good at this point...I just want to be overwhelmed with cute. Mission accomplished.