Our Triple Threat (minus Keenan) started soccer this evening.
Upon it's finish, Miles was exhausted from running up and down the field, a constant blur because he can run faster than any kid there.
(I'm being serious; this is the truth and not just a Mama Brag. Granted, it is also that, but it's genuinely the truth. The boy can R-U-N)
Paloma was exhausted because she spent the evening doing the Soccer-Shake-Your-Booty-Dance on the field while watching the other kids play.
(Unfortunately, I'm also being serious here. I'm sure every other adult out there was watching Po and thinking, "Huh, I bet that kid's mother is a Pole Dancer.")
Miss Mighty Po, upon returning to the car clutching the coveted chocolate chip granola bar given out as the team treat, remarked:
"Whew. I need to eat this chocolate to make me feel like myself again."
Man, I love that kid.