Crazy Soccer Boy

Last week at Annabelle's soccer game, Jack decided that he wanted to play too. This was the first time that he has shown any interest in playing so coach Daddy let him practice with the team before the game. He was so excited. He did fairly well too, for a 3 year old, but he must have thought that he would be able to play in the game too because when the official came around to check all of the equipment, Jack lined right up with the team. He wasn't wearing shin guards or cleats, which is a requirement, and the official called him on it... Jack had a complete heart-wrenching meltdown because he wasn't allowed to play.

So the next day, nice Mommy ran out and acquired the missing kit for Jack.

Flash forward to today's game...

Jack is thrilled to be at the field, in full kit, part of the team. At the pregame practice he is having fun, running around, kicking the ball, all is well... Until the team takes a water break.

When Jack grabbed his water bottle, opened it up, took a sip, and realized that it was actually filled with WATER, he lost it; Jack came running over to me demanding apple juice, claiming that water is "plecky" (his word for yucky), moaning that he was tired, and that he wanted to go home and play with his cars... And get some apple juice.

After about 10 minutes of the moaning, when I realized that he was not going to let up, I took him to the store and got him some apple juice. When we got back to the field he immediately wanted to rejoin the team but by this time the game had already started... And his apple juice was gone.

I wonder if he will actually play next week if I put apple juice in his water bottle?