I hate seeing him struggle on the field, but he needs to learn. He will not quit. He will run when he acts crazy and I will run with him. I don't expect him to do anything I wouldn't do.
His school hired a new teacher and they put him in her class. So far it seems like a better fit. He got a smiley face and a straight face.... instead of sad faces or no faces at all. I know that it's hard for him. I know he will struggle. We just have to work together. He's a lot like I was and I know it gets better.
On a lighter note... Megan was beat boxing this afternoon. I asked her who taught her. She said she taught herself. She cracks me up. She is my sweet little girl.