What Klara loves at soccer practice is to show off her outfit, get the boys to run after her to give her hugs, and when the game begins to stand next to the field and provide running commentary on what everybody is doing wrong. When a ball rolls her way, she steps aside with a ladylike giggle.
I tried to explain that the point is to get in the midst of the group and fight the other team for the ball.
“Why would I do something like that, Mommy?” Klara asked, looking mildly outraged.
Well, at least I got her out of puffy skirts, tiaras, bracelets and necklaces for a day. That’s something.
She also likes to recite the pledge of allegiance next to every flag.
P.S. Unrelated but still funny. Klara decorated her dresser with crosses made out of marshmallow sticker string.
“These are not Orthodox crosses, though,” N said pedantically.
“We are in America, Daddy,” Klara said in a severe voice. “These are the crosses we have in America.”