First off, now that my son's twelve-week soccer class is finally over, I consider myself to be something of a soccer expert. Not at playing soccer; I mean. The moms were forced to participate in the last class, and other than one goal, I totally got owned by this little five-year-old David Beckham. But I'm an expert at judging all the children who were playing, which is really what being a soccer mom is all about, right?
Click over to meet The 11 Kids on Every Soccer Team. Bonus points if you come back here and guess which one is based on my own kid. I'll give you a hint: he is his mother's son.
I also wrote a Top 9 list for you about how being a grown-up kind of sucks. Don't get me wrong, I love not eating my vegetables and going out without proper footwear, but with great power comes great responsibility. And nobody like responsibilities, right? Check out the Top 9 Adult Responsibilities I Dread Most.
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