Yesterday the middle school year book came out. For each eight grader there were two adjectives describing the student. Benjamin's words were "quick witted" and "reliable". I thought both were exactly right.
As the high school soccer coach found out yesterday!
Whenever William would score a goal, as he was running back to the middle of the field for the kick off, he would pound his fist at his side. Nothing boisterous, just a little movement with his head down as he was running. Over the years the coach has made several comments about this habit - called it William's "finisher". It's so different than the other boys with their yelling and screaming and high-fiving other players.
Yesterday was the try-outs for the high school team for next year (It's usually in October - not sure why the coach did it so early) and Benjamin tried out. (Of course, he did! Not doubt! He has been waiting to play for HIS school for a long time since there's not team for the elementary or middle schools.) During the try-out the coach asked Benjamin, "Do you have a "finisher" like your brother?"
"I guess you'll have to wait until I score to see."
Yep. The coach is learning that Benjamin is a different boy that his older brother. William would have NEVER answered an adult like that. He would have barely had any words at all - mostly grunts. But not my Benjamin.
After he told me what had been said, I told him that I probably shouldn't be laughing. After all, it's on the verge of being disrespectful. But laugh, I did.
Hope the coach did as well.