Mr. Athletic

Hubs and I aren't big sports people. I grew up with a strong like of basketball and Hubs, like anyone who wasn't born in America, loves him some footie. Sorry, soccer. We were never going to be the parents who got our boys American footballs for first birthdays or pestered them to play Little League.

We took him to a few toddler soccer classes last year but pulled him out when all he wanted to do was rearrange the orange cones. He was only two, so no big deal. We're trying soccer again now. He's still not super into it, but it's a nice way to spend a Saturday.

So it was with pride, and a small amount of shock, that I suggested we play some basketball one day at school, he went to a shelf with 20 different kinds of balls to choose from and he chose the basketball. And then he even knew what dribbling was and that the point was to get the ball in the basket.

So if Saturdays watching Premiership games with Hubs and going to glass can't teach The Boy to love soccer, maybe peer pressure at school can teach him to love basketball.