Jr. Jazz

Britton has reached that special age that allows him to participate in Jr. Jazz basketball. Picture 10 kindergarteners running around the basketball court with no rules (or skills for that matter) for 40 min. and you can understand why we find the entertainment value of his weekly games extremely high. The ball exchanges hands on average once per every 3.2 seconds, traveling is only called if a kid makes absolutely NO attempt to dribble (double dribbling is not only acceptable, its encouraged-- In fact Jr. Jazz at this age is a lot like the NBA--5 or 6 steps without dribbling. . .no problem!) I love it when the kids forget what direction their team is playing, run away from a rebound so it won't hit them in the head, and take 3 min. to decide which one of their 4 open teammates to throw the ball in to. Really, any one of them will do. Britton has really taken to the game and has already scored a basket in 2 of the 3 games he has played. I'd say that is pretty good when you consider they only score 1 or 2 baskets during an entire game. His celebration upon making a basket is a little excessive, however. He's not a "in your face" kind of guy, but can you say ESPN SportsCenter highlights? I'm sure you can imagine him running down the court jumping up with one fist in the air, "YES!" and then leaving his fist clenched and bobbing like he was Tiger Woods after sinking a put. It's enough to make the other parents chuckle (in a good way). When it comes to sports Britton always has had a flare for the dramatic.

At church Korinne likes to get behind Adam in the bench and scratch his back. Its hilarious to watch her get behind him and then move her little hands over his back all the while looking at me with a big smile. Adam, of course, thinks its great. Today midway through the meeting the lady sitting directly behind us suddenly reached out to Korinne and started talking to her softly. Korinne immediately turned from her and slumped next to me looking like she was about to cry. When I looked over to see what had happened I saw that Korinne had taken a purple crayon and colored on the back of Adam's white shirt. (What is it with purple crayons and Korinne coloring on forbidden surfaces!) Adam thought she was scratching his back and made no attempt to stop her and I was actually trying to pay attention (shock). I can only imagine what was going through Sister Liddel's mind as Korinne started coloring Adam's white shirt and neither of us made any attempt to stop her. She has several grandchildren and found it to be quite funny, though she did apologize after the meeting for making Korinne feel bad. Korinne, Korinne, she is such a funny kid.