If your behaviour while inside is any indication, you are going to be trouble with a capital T when you’re outside. I do love me a little nudge now and then but kicking someone for an hour or so is not on! I’m your mom… try to be gentle. I guess I’m going to have to say it a little earlier than anticipated – no football indoors! And all football to be played with your father. My role is to stand on the sidelines and smile indulgently. Or watch Desperate Housewives while cherishing the peace of having the two of you out of doors.
If you’re confused, your father is the one with the big warm hands. I am the one who moves around ocassionally.
Maybe you need more space. But I’m already as big as a whale, I’m told. What to do?