Stumped

          Handsome is an only child. The house he lives in is on a a main street, pretty much a tertiary highway. He has no real neighborhood to speak of, no local kids that he can just go out and find to play with.

We go to some trouble, as I think all parents should, to the best of their time and ability, to make sure he has a social life where he sees and plays with other children. Swimming lessons. Soccer. Football. Now we have the Cub Scouts.

Today was Handsome’s soccer tournament. Three games, at 10:00, 12:00 and 2:00. Five fields filled with kids from towns all over the place. A whole tam’s worth of local kids that Handsome knows and has played soccer with, and against, for three seasons.

Between the 1st and 2nd games, Handsome disappeared. Wife went to find him, looking at groups of kids on this field and that, and at other kids were waiting for games who moving between the ongoing games themselves.

Where did she find him and what was he doing, surrounded by hundreds of kids, quite a few of which he knew and felt comfortable with?

Playing alone, off on the side of the fields, jumping on and off a stump.

Why, you ask, when there were all those children for him to play with, soccer balls all over the place?

It’s what he wanted to do.

Go figure.

Talk to you later!