So our daughter is playing club soccer again this year. It's an expensive proposition and we're a bit tight with the cash right now. Our budding Jonas Gutierrez talks to me all the time about how much she loves the game, but she never says that to my wife. Consequently, it seems like the soccer thing is all my idea and I'm hallucinating her desire for the sport while we pay out for her to be on the team.
I feel like I'm telling her over and over again that I've seen leprechauns in our back yard.