This weekend, we had a family soccer match girls vs boys- I had no idea we were so competitive! The trash talk started in the morning when the kids learned the phrase "you're going down!" and repeated it over and over and over (and over) while jeering and laughing at each other. We made up victory dances, secret handshakes, team names, and went to the field after breakfast. The little kids decided the field was too big to run from one end to the other, and preferred to wait out the ball in the respective areas (while picking flowers and avoiding fire ant hills). The big kids on the other hand were very serious, and soon dripping with sweat. Unfortunately the "pink princesses" did not beat the fierce "dragons," but I must say that I was not as aggressive against my son as a certain person was against my daughter (ahem, Tonio!).
It was all very cute and the kids had a blast. I wish they could stay little forever!