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We’re driving to the store the other day when Ellen hears an odd noise coming from the back. I turn around to find Kenna licking the bottom of her flip flops. What the . . . ?

I’ve heard of kids doing a lot of odd things but, liking the bottom of her shoes? That’s a new one. Who knows maybe she knows something we don’t.

Kenna had her first day of soccer today.  She appears to be a good athlete.  She has good dexterity for being so big for her age.

To kick off the event we went to the sporting goods store and got her all the “fixins”, new cleats, a new soccer ball, new shin pads and everything.  She was all decked out.  And, yes we got Elle new stuff too.   With all her new stuff, we arrive at home and Kenna burst out of the car to play with her new goods.  She runs to the front yard, puts on her cleats and starts kicking the ball around.  She is excited and proud.  She is yelling to the neighbors and her friends; “Look I’ve got soccer.”

I’m thinking, this is good she is excited and having fun.

Fast-forward to Sat morning.

We get up, get Kenna dressed and head to the soccer field, Kenna, me and Elle.   We arrive and Kenna sees the older kids playing. As we are walking towards the 3 & 4 year old section Kenna says, “I want to play with the big kids, I don’t want to play with the ‘babies’!”   The babies?   Oh, this is going to be interesting.   I let her know these kids are her age and this is who she has to play with.   I get a bit of push back, but I keep moving towards the “babies” and she follows.

We check in and then it happens.  The meltdown.  “I’m cold.”  “I don’t want to play!”  The excitement and energy quickly turn to crying, fussing, and complaining.   It’s brutal.  I have to take her and Elle back to the car and let them know that they have choice; have fun or go home.   I lost it a little, I have to admit.

A few minutes in the car, some of daddies, get with the program or else tirades and we head back to the field.   On the way down, Ellen whispers in her ear.   Once on the field we meet another young family, whose child was also having a little trouble.  We put Kenna and their daughter Sophie together, they kick the ball to each other and away they go.  They start kicking the ball all over the place.

Kenna is a good little soccer player.  She is fast and aggressive.  She was catching on to the drills, and having a blast.  It was a total transformation.   It was a blast to watch.

I asked Ellen what she said to her?  She said she promised her some gum.  Sound familiar?  If not read this post here.  Gum seems to be the main motivator in Kenna’s world.

I think we have a good little athlete on our hands, at least if we have a pack of gum on hand.