Soccer
Sometimes I like to watch World Cup soccer with papa. I like identifying the numbers on the jerseys of the players (I have a number 7 Beckham jersey myself).
I also like clapping when I hear the crowd cheer. When someone scores, I run round the coffee table saying, “Gooooooooaaal!” (Why do they call it a coffee table when my folks don’t even drink coffee?)
I also like to pretend I am kicking the ball. I will say “Doof!” and make the kicking action. I also like saying, “Splat!” when I see players tumbling to the ground. (Wouldn’t it be more interesting if they added cartoon sound effects in soccer?)
But I don’t know how papa can watch them play soccer for such a long time. I’d rather watch my monster trucks DVD on mama’s Mac or read a book or eat some snacks or play with my toy cars or harass mama. (When does this silly World Cup end?)
Toddler Isaac
