I've always dreaded imagining my girl coming home with dreams of signing up for figure skating. Or hockey. Or soccer.
Selfishly, I intensely dislike the idea of getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning to get my kid to the rink in time for a 40 minute lesson, with her dressed in fancy, sequined dresses and leg warmers, or heavily padded and safety helmetted uniform. And I cannot even think about the idea of sitting out in a hot, sweltering soccerfield at 9 o'clock on a Sunday morning.
No, I think that I've found the sport for her. I enjoy getting a coffee and slapping some wood to watch this: