Toddler-Ball, Part II

Week Three of toddler sports class, and The Roc is teaching Mommy how to play catch, without success:

"Keep your eyes open!"

"Watch the ball!"

"I'm coaching you!"

Finally, to everyone's relief, Daddy comes home and takes my place.

"You can watch us," The Roc tells me, clearly exasperated.

I don't know why he's so smug. Today's warm-up drill had the toddlers running from one orange cone to another, touching the cone, then running back to the first cone. Only none of them did it. They kept on running. They picked up the cones and ran back with them. They kicked the cones over. They threw the cones in the air. They wore the cones as hats.

And that was just the warm-up. By the end of the hour, it was raining, everyone was covered with mud, and more toddlers than balls had gone flying into soccer nets. Though he'd excelled at throwing, tagging, and high-fiving, The Roc had not managed to catch a single ball.