Mitchell on Soccer

Today was Mitchell's first soccer game of 2008. Spending so much time watching & kicking around the ball with his sisters has created a little soccer prodigy... a cocky kung-fu soccer prodigy. As the three little ones & I sat amongst 2 folding chairs and a couple of blankets we watched the orange #10 jersey blaze up and down the field ~ passing, shooting & scoring. At 6 years old they play 3 on 3 and it's co-ed, but today his 3 were 2 other equally talented guys who were beating the snot out of the other team. Each time they touched the ball magically, or talentedly, they scooted past the other team & floop ~ the ball was in. It actually got tiresome cheering because in four 8 minute quarters the 3 boys scored 23 points to the other teams 3. What was funny, highly inappropriate, but still funny was Mitchell... at one point he had the ball & was slowly kicking it towards the goal... then as the other player was approaching him I heard him say "Waahhh...." (imagine a Kung-Fu move here) & then "I know Kung Fu" as he did a scissor kick & passed the ball through the legs of the other player & into the goal. I giggled. I thought it was funny. He doesn't know Kung-Fu. Over the course of the game I heard him do it a few more times and after about the fifth time motioned a throat slice to him for some silence. Not so funny anymore. That's when the cockiness came in. I can't really blame him. His sisters play hard, they sweat & turn beat red, they've gotten kicked by feet & balls alike in most body parts, Morgan in particular has been in the goalie box for extemely long, brutal games and they lose... they lose alot... they are determined, though & go out week after week. Mitchell's team, today, probably scored more goals then the girls team has scored in 3 years combined. Which is why I let the first offense slide.

"Eighteen to your One ~ YEAH! WAHOO!" How he was keeping track, I'm not sure, but he was dead on. He's seen that other side, though, so I had high hopes for him yet.

Be Considerate ~ I was trying to send telepathical messages ~ Be Courteous. No Bragging.

"Nineteen to your One!"

"Mitchell!" ~ I figured I'd send him a warning, hoping my inflection would renounce his actions.

"Nineteen to Two, that's okay, I know Kung-Fu!" That was it... I broke out all the "Secret Weapons" a mom has & sent him "THE LOOK", "THE TONE" and "THE WORDS".

"What? It rhymed!!!" Two... Kung-Fu... UGH! It did rhyme... nevertheless, he trotted over & I explained I didn't want to hear him saying the score anymore & the rest of the game proceeded with little to no noise from him. Afterwards, after congratulating him on an highly impressive game, I gave him the minilecture about hurting friends feelings and looking at it from the other side & he seemed to get it... Hopefully he won't be cocky again.

I'm not too confident on the Kung-Fu... as he was running to the playground nearby he turned around & looked at me & said "I DO know Kung-Fu, Mom... WAAAHHH!"