If you asked Caroline if she wanted to go to a ballet class, she'd give you a disgusted, bewildered look; the type of look one might shoot you if you were caught kicking a puppy. I don't know what makes one girl a girly-girl and another girl someone like Caroline. Is it nature or nurture? It may be my fault because I never put her in dresses and never played up the whole 'princess' thing, but honestly, I think, no...I know, that Caroline is exactly who God intended her to be.
She's a tender hearted, messy, dirt magnet, activity loving girl who likes Webkinz, math and cats and doesn't complain if I put her in pink, but would rather die than wear a dress.
Works for me.
Since we're in between the fall and spring soccer seasons, we thought we'd give basketball a try. She played once in Kindergarten; her coach was 8 feet tall and from another country. Because he was twice the size of the 5 year olds and had a very thick accent, the kids didn't learn much. They had fun, though. I suppose that's what is most important.
Even in third grade, basketball is just for fun. No score keeping allowed. But you know as well as I do that the kids keep score.
So does the coach. Unofficially, of course.
One might think that an only child, who doesn't always have to share, would be a ball hog, but on the contrary, Caroline is quite the sharer. She passes the ball more than she shoots, but every team needs a playmaker, right?
She is actually more defense minded and shadows her 'man' quite proficiently. I'm surprised that number 45 didn't elbow Caroline by the end of the game. I know I probably would have!
Caroline's team, the Hot Shots, has blown away the competition in each of their three games: 52-4, 78-4, 60-4.
Clearly, they're having lots of fun.