As I mentioned, Ernest is joining the middle school tennis team and now has the shoes to prove it. This is the first time one of my kids has participated in an organized sport.
I don't know why he didn't play last year. I think the timing of his piano lesson interfered. This year piano is at 7 p.m. Wednesday night. (Ugh! as far as my meal timing is concerned, but it does leave his afternoons free.)
Today was his first practice. And he received what he considered to be Very Bad News. Shorts. Are. Required. This boy's knees have not seen the light of day in years. This is in contrast to his brother at the same age, who wore shorts for the entire school year (and yes we do have cold and/or rainy mornings out here).
So I told him something Even. Worse. "I saved your brother's old gym shorts. You can wear them until we can get you something else." The look on his face!
So it's either go out of town shopping this weekend, because seriously? There's nowhere to buy athletic shorts here any more since the local sports store went out of business a couple years ago.
Or else there's the internet... Out-of-town or on-line? You know me. I ordered shorts and a plain red t-shirt from Land's End, because I'm pretty sure we'll get them before Monday's match.
Or maybe not. Those men in spandex are probably going to interfere with my FedEx delivery on Friday. Ernest may have to wear his brother's shorts after all. The HORROR!