His next soccer game is in a couple of hours. This morning he said he hated soccer – something that predates my assiness of last weekend. Part of it is that he doesn’t understand it. So this morning we had a tutorial, Candy Land style.
For those among you who have forgotten, Candy Land is a race up to a supremely delectable candy castle. It’s his favorite game. Kim and I objectively love it too. Whenever he suggests playing a game we’re both always like, “Hey buddy, let’s play Candy Land!” [I'm thinking of devising a game of strip Candy Land for when Kim and I are alone together. The possibilities are endless.]
I explained to him that soccer is like trying to get into the big castle. Except he gets to play on the board AND he gets to try and stop other people from getting into the castle.
He got a kick out of it (so to speak).