time to play floor hockey.
This boy looooooooves floor hockey. His group is learning the basics of stick holding, passing and scoring. Joe seems to be a natural. He noticed during a recent game that all of his team was crowded around hacking at the puck. He dropped back and stood in the goal, waiting for the puck and shouting encouragement to the others...he made himself the goalie. After the game, I asked Joe what he was doing in the goal. His simple reply: "SOMEBODY"S gotta keep dat puck outta dere!"
He's a natural.
Now leaving floor hockey to go home, that is disastrous.
The first week he wanted to run chasing a tennis ball with the other kids after practice was over. Then he didn't want to put his coat on.
Then he wanted to play on the playground.
Then he screamed and screamed and screamed some more.
Nightmare.
The second week he wanted to play basketball with the practicing girl's team.
Then he didn't want to put his coat on.
Then he wanted to play on the playground.
Then he screamed and screamed and screamed.
I have hives just reliving the scene of the crime in words.
I don't like leaving floor hockey.
This is week three. Joe and I have created a list with pictures to tell what "after floor hockey" looks like:
Tell Coach"Thank you".
Walk down the hallway.
Put on coat.
Walk to van and get buckled up.
We'll see how this goes. It being 5:00 P.M., the kid is hungry and tired, I can't blame him for acting like an ass...but that doesn't mean he should be allowed to act like an ass. I hoping discussing, visualizing and reminding said hockey player about what we do after practice will help him out a little.
And help this Mama too.
Cause this boy...
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