Here is the scene: Open House for Summer Camps at Reagan's school. I drop the kids and Mel off while I go check M&D's house cause they get back tomorrow and I promised to keep an eye on things (cause I am just that caring).
So, Ian spys a football helmet and is off like a rocket to put it on. A bystander says, "Wow, that kid must be a Mason" (he played ball with Rob). No sooner does Ian get his hands on the helmet than some uber-mom grab Reagan and says, "you must be a cheerleader!"
So Reagan has visions of pom-poms dancing in her head... Ian is head-butting bystanders with his freshly-helmeted head laughing hysterically after impact... Thankfully I am in the car waiting...not in small part cause I haven't showered in a couple of days...or changed clothes - cmon, you wish you were me...
Anyhow, we get home and Reagan starts in "I want to be a cheerleader"...I flash to some punk in a letterman's jacket on a motorcycle (of course) banging on my front door coming to pick Reagan up and me opening the door with a shotgun... It is not illegal to beat up underage kids is it?
So after the kids go to bed, Mel and I talk about it (I started the conversation mostly out of fear). Going to Rob's pee-wee games, I remember feeling sorry for the little girls that were cheerleading. It just seemed so sad for them. But then, really it is just some girls doing girl-like things. I'd be ok with some boys rounded up and cheering for Reagan playing soccer or something (just not my boy, ha ha). It is going to be a tough ten years...
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