You would think that it would make me grumpy to get up, get dressed in woolen layers and galoshes, dragging my sleepy kid along with me only to be turned away at the last moment but truthfully it felt like we had been pardoned. Time to celebrate. Luckily one of the soccer moms owns a cafe just a few blocks away from our playing field so we had a spontaneous hot cocoa party during our soccer hour. The adults sat and chatted and laughed and sipped creamy warm things (a hazelnut steamer for me) while the kids gulped cocoa and drew on the chalk board. And only mildly annoyed the other customers. What looked to be a seriously rough soccer morning turned into a very pleasant outing for Stomper and me. I'd take another rainy Saturday morning a time or two before the season ends. That's just the kind of athlete I am.
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