Tuesday, December 22, 2015


Max loved playing on a basketball team with all of his buddies from school and coached by his dad. It didn't hurt either that Max was a total standout and was scoring baskets left and right while the other space cadets were still trying to figure out which hoop belonged to their team. Once Max had six or seven points, Aaron would direct him to pass instead of shoot so as to not attract quite so much attention to Max's skills. Not joking. I'm often the mom of the kid who put something weird in his mouth, or the mom of the kid who hit someone else's kid, so it was refreshing for me to be the mom of the kid who was a basketball star. 

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