I remember playing basketball in 6th grade. I also remember being told that I played like a girl. Apparently that was a bad thing.
Amanda's team tries to get in 3 practices a week. It started out pretty intense, but now that there's only about a week left in the season, I'm noticing a little lack of focus in my daughter.
Yesterday after about 10 minutes of practice, she ran up to my office to get a snack. Seriously.
Me: What are you doing up here?
Amanda: Getting a snack.
Me: Aren't you supposed to be at basketball practice?
Amanda: Yeah, but we were all hungry, so Coach said we could get a snack.
Today she took the snack down with her, but about an hour into the practice, she brought her friend up to my office.
Me: What's going on?
Amanda: She's burnin' up and needs a ponytail holder. Can you give her one?
Wow. Taking breaks for snacks and ponytails.
Hard to believe they've only won one game.
"So Coach, is half-time when we get our manicures?"