Steve Nash is my hero...Well, when Dirk isn't winning!

I'm really not in the mood to write like I usually do. But this story made me laugh. Dad and I were goofing off while both my sisters, one of their boyfriends and my mother were feverishly trying to get stuff done of this summer class thing for the less fortunate kids at Mom's mission. It REALLY irritates Mom when Dad and I act this way. Subconsciously, I think we both do it on purpose. So, while C & J build a faux log cabin, and S is putting the finishing touches on a mural that spans three walls, and Mom is supervising...Dad and I decide to throw around a ball of tightly compacted butcher paper. We are SO helpful, Dad and I. Well, I decide to Steve Nash it and bump it off my knee. I used to be really good at this as a kid. Not so much now. It's like the time I thought I could still throw a round off back handspring back flip in college after years of dormant gymnastics, and I fell on my head an cracked a couple vertabrae. Anywho. So, Dad goes into this story about how at one of my soccers games (Go Lightenings!!!) I tackled this one kid...got up off the ground...turned my head to my dad standing patiently on the sidelines...flashed that beautiful, buck tooth smile and gave him a huge thumbs up. He said he pretended not to see me. When it was HIM that was ALWAYS telling me to be more aggressive in my Left Wing position while I sucked on the orange slices someones mom brought for us. Well, we probably lost anyways. Kid stories are funny.