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I am competitive. Sam is not. Apparently, he inherited his laid back, Type-B personality from his father.

George: Tomorrow's your big soccer game! Remember the three rules. One, have fun.

Me: Two, win.

George: Two, be safe.

Me: And, three, kick butt!

Sam: Mom said a bad word!

Me: Butt isn't a bad word. Is it?

George: Yes. It is.

Me: Really? Butt is bad? Huh. I thought that was the PG version of the old saying. Anyway, I stick to my original advice: kick some serious butt out there.

Sam: Mom said butt again!

George: And, three, do your best. We don't care if you win. We just want you to try hard.

Me: But don't be afraid to throw a few elbows. Look, all I'm saying is that you have possession and a kid runs at you, and your elbow goes out -- just a little, because you don't want the ref to see -- then, boom, you keep the ball.

George: And, four, ignore your mother.

Posted 14 December 2009 at 01:31 PM