Since Bode thinks he's such a big shot and all, we decided to send him to OC's junoir basketball camp.
Check out "medium nervous" face:
However, being that he is God's gift to basketball, he had no choice but to get out there and show 'em how it's done.
Only one time did he tell his coach, in the middle of a game (and I use the term game very loosely) that he wanted to go sit with his Mommy for a minute.
Side note: Bode may or may not have a little Mommy separation anxiety. I may or may not kinda, sorta, just a little tiny bit perpetuate it. I realize this makes the problem mine and not his, so don't waste your time pointing that out (Andy).
He eventually realized that you aren't supposed to sit with your Mommy in the middle of a game and got the hang of things. And by that I mean he ran up and down the court following the big kid who always had the ball.
I'm learning that in 5-year-old basketball the biggest kid rules the world. I'm also learning that I don't think my kid will be playing organized sports anytime soon - I don't know if I can stand it.
If my opinion means anything at all, he certainly does.