Soccer

In line with his dwindling class, waiting to kick the ball

Our first soccer class is finally nearing to a close.  Every week as we're driving to the park, Nicholas tells us that he doesn't want to go play soccer.  This will probably be the last sport for a little while, unless we can sign him up with a friend.  We've resorted to bribery, just to get through each class; which means a stop at "Old MacDonald's" after every soccer class.  He seems to have fun when he's out there, but I don't want to feel  that we're forcing him to do it if he doesn't want to.  

The end of class, with "his" red ball