On  Sunday, we watched the first soccer game of the season. Jonah was on defense, which made him grouchy, because there's no glory in defense. Steve and I gossiped about which boys hit puberty over the winter and eavesdropped on conversations. 

One of the kids on Jonah's team is a monster. Only 12, but he's a head above the other boys. He gets his height from his dad, a Russian who intensively yells at his kid on the side line. This time, the grandfather came and took intensity to a whole new level. 

Talking in a thick Russian accent, the grandfather ranted about his grandson's performance. 

"Look at that boy. LOOK at him. He's afraid of the ball. He's such a big boy and he's afraid of a lEEtle ball. In my day, chEEldren were not afraid of the ball. We were not afraid of the ball, because we were HUNGRY. These kids today get too much butter. They are afraid." 

Heather sent me a fun link to an article about a local Easter egg hunt that was cancelled because the helicopter parents were too interfering. 

Clearly, the problem with those kids is TOO MUCH BUTTER.