Today was Ashton's last day at Little Dribblers, the YMCA basketball program. We almost didn't make it because Mason is feeling feverish, and I didn't want to bring him to the Y. Sean saved the day, suggesting that Mase come hang out with him until the office closed. Mason had a great time "working" with dad, he even got to assist in the adjusting rooms. Meanwhile, Ash and Blake and I headed out into the downpour, with our trusty Lightning McQueen 'brella to keep us (or just Ash) dry. It was a good evening, we practiced passing drills, the kids played sharks and minnows, and Blake ate some bananas.
The best part though, was the presentation of participation certificates. I have NEVER seen a little boy look so proud. Each child stood up as his name was called and the boys, spectators and coaches clapped for him. Such a little thing, but as a three year old, to have a whole gym clapping for YOU, well, that just takes the cake!
The boys got 'special' treats, which were (if it's possible) even more junky than the regular snacks they give the kids. There I was in the Y parking lot looking like a looney tunes as I tried to surreptitiously squeeze out two-thirds of Ashton's Kool-Aid jammers drink pouch before I give it to him. The other snack was a package of Chips Ahoy cookies- what a way to refuel little bodies after they exercise! I am always torn after snacks are distributed; I hate to throw away an unused, perfectly good food item, even if it is crap, but I also don't want to let the boys eat it. My usual solution is to give them a tiny portion (Ash thinks that there are only two fruit snacks in a package) and let the rest sit in my car until stale enough to be thrown away with out guilt.
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