The Larger Hooligan had an indoor soccer game. It was a bloodbath, our blood, per usual. He takes these defeats with great good cheer, even exuberance.
"Well, they made 8 goals, but I stopped about 8 goals
(He is playing keeper, lately. "Not goalie, keeper. Goalies are hockey, mom, duh.")
And we actually scored 2 goals! Awesome!"
He tells me this because he knows that I was probably chatting with the other parents and was not necessarily paying close attention to the game.
I am a failure as a helicopter parent.