The Warden invited us to come watch. I had to take #5 to an eye appointment at 5pm, so I turned him down, but after the appointment, knowing that the tournament was going to go on for awhile, I swung by the house, picked up the kids, and we took off for the school. #1 was at work and works close to the school, so she drove over and beat us there.
Although I had tried to text him earlier, he hadn't replied, so I didn't know that the tournament was over. We'd missed it.
I asked him to scrounge up some soccer balls, and we'd meet him there anyway.
We all met up at the front of the school and headed to the back. We broke open the pizza boxes and went to town eating pizza while we sat on the hillside by the soccer field.
As soon as the pizza was gone, so was everyone in the family. #7 and #6 were appointed team captains and each chose a team.
You may wonder who won, and to be honest, I can't tell you. Chaos reigned in the funniest way. #2 was out there chasing people more than he was chasing the ball.
As we walked away, I turned to the Warden and said, "Now I remember why we had them all."
A little family activity once in awhile, no matter how simple, sure seems to increase family unity.
We're going back to doing this kind of thing once a week.