So maybe I said I would never let my child play football. Maybe that was before I moved to Texas, where football is kind of a big deal. Or maybe not. Either way, never ended yesterday afternoon when I signed Catcher up for flag football. In my defense (and I'm pointing this out specifically to my husband who did play football and swears that our son will not play football), this is flag football at the local recreation center. Practices are Friday afternoons at 5:00, so I'm really just using it as an excuse to get us out of the house. Friday afternoons are nuts around here with all the pent-up energy after a week in school. And maybe someone can finally teach this kid how to catch a ball. Maybe.