I yell, “Time for lacrosse!”
The girl runs to the car. I gather my stuff and follow her. She’s buckled into her seat.
Me: Do you have your stick?
Pie: Mmm… No.
Me: Do you have your water bottle?
Pie: Nope.
Me: Do you have your goggles?
Pie: No.
Me: What do you have?
Pie: Um, I have my snack! [She looks down and shakes her feet.] And my cleats! But they’re not tied. You need to tie them.
I sigh, tie her cleats, get her stuff.
Me: What don’t we do in lacrosse?
Pie: Cry. No crying.
Me: What if your goggles hurt?
Pie: I deal.
Me: What’s the family motto?
Pie: Suck it up.
We get to lacrosse. Coach says, “Where’s her mouth guard?”
Pie looks at me, opens her mouth, and then quickly thinks better of it and runs onto the field sans mouth guard.
She’s playing. There are no tears. And we may have a huge dental bill this afternoon.
Haha! She remembered the snack- that’s the important part ;o)