Matthew’s team lost, but he scored a goal to keep his streak going. The first thing he said to me after the game was that he’s going to get $10. Grandpa was going to give him $5 and daddy was going to give him $5 for his one goal. Memory like an elephant, that one. Since the game was in the morning,
I spent the afternoon not doing much. Yes, I should have put the laundry away or pick up the playroom, but I chose to take a nap. I did get the grocery shopping done, though.
After the park, we went back to G-pa’s house for Easter dinner. Then, it was back home to get ready for the Monday ahead. Boo. Why can’t weekends last longer?