Basketball...sort of

For the past couple of months, I've been taking Emma to soccer class on Saturdays. It's a half hour and they play little games with small soccer balls. Obviously, learning soccer is not the priority, having fun, being active, interacting with other kids, following direction, etc. is what we try to do there. But, the soccer is a pretty big part of the whole thing.

During the classes, she'd get bored halfway through and want to stop playing. She'd start picking up the ball and throwing it, she'd take off running without the ball, pretty much do everything except soccer. We thought, "Why push her? There's other sports." So, when soccer ended two weeks ago, we didn't sign her up again. Instead, we signed up for basketball.

So we get there today and the class is in a big high school gym. They have the small basketballs and short baskets set up for the kids. Emma goes and gets a ball, puts it on the ground, and takes the ball from one end of the gym to the other such that Pele himself would be proud.

Oh kids.