Reina's first basketball practice was on Monday. In true Lucy style, we were late because I didn't take into account how long it would take me to leave work, pick everybody up, drop Will off at home, change clothes, change Reina's clothes, and then drive all the way across town to the school furthest from our neighborhood but still within the city limits. But we made it to practice in one piece and walked into the gym to shouts of "Reina! Reina's here!" Reina is on the same team as a few of her kindergarten classmates and some other kids she knows from the after school program. While there's only one other girl on her team, Reina felt right at home.
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| Reina has a great, patient coach with endless energy. Which is good because the team members have endless energy and super short attention spans. |
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| Reina either talking to herself or telling her coach a long, complicated story about what happened on the playground today. |
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| Basketball.... soccer... basketball.... soccer.... |
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| Sometimes in the middle of basketball practice it's important to just sit down and take a break and talk about that time someone said boobs on the playground. |
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