Maybe Not So Displaced

Although we live in the midwest, we are definitely Southerners. We {all of us} say ma'am and sir, we drink sweet tea gladly and discriminately, and I dress our son in smocked & monogrammed age-appropriate outfits. We have worked very hard to ensure that Carter understands the importance of college football since we live in an NFL city in general, and University of Alabama football in particular. The child has been saying Roll Tide for almost a year.

However, as it turns out, our son has a bit of Hoosier in him after all.

Carter LOVES basketball. *sigh* I am not even sure I knew what basketball was until I was in middle school, but I darn sure knew what football was early on. Truth be told, he loves {and recognizes when he sees} lots of sports--football, baseball, basketball, & golf to name a few. BUT, I think he really loves basketball.

When I picked him up from school on Friday, he was playing basketball, and his teacher said he had been rooted to that spot for 35 minutes. All he had been doing was shooting the ball into the basket, retrieving it, and shooting it again. In his previous classroom, one of his teachers told me that when they would have splash day outside, that Carter would generally ignore the water activities which was shocking, given how much he loves water and the poolto go play basketball.

So, rather than resist, I have acquiesced. Sort of as a joint birthday/big brother gift, we got him this backyard basketball goal. Nick put it together this afternoon, but apparently he wasn't moving fast enough to suit someone.

Carter was also carrying the hoop around and putting the ball through it, but I wasn't fast enough to get a picture of that. Here are some shots of him playing with the fully assembled basketball goal.

So, when should we tell him that there's not much of a chance he'll be tall enough to play competitively? ;)