James went to his very first soccer class tonight, and I think he really liked it, at least his head exploding repeatedly made it seem like he did.
He did a good job in class too, he sat on his soccer ball and listened quietly, and ran around like a maniac on cue. He hugged his coach at the end, I’m not sure how the coach felt about it, but James was thrilled. He probably would have followed his coach home if we’d let him. He has a serious case of hero worship; Tim and I might as well be chopped liver now.