My kids are pansies

Kids these days are pansies.  My daughter has been begging me since Christmas to go play basketball with her.  She played intermurals at school this past winter, then grandma got her a basketball at Christmas so there are the reasons for the begging.  Since I actually had the kids this weekend (and every other weekend from now on since theEx wants to play games), I figured I’d take the kids out to shoot around so we went over to their school.  First off, I had to make Trevor go, heaven forbid that boy goes outside.  We get over there and start shooting around and what do I hear “It’s so hot out here”.  Like I said, pansies.

They even took turns sitting in the shade.  Samantha would go sit there for awhile, then Trevor would go over and she would come out and shoot around.  Just pathetic.  Granted it was in the 80’s, there was a pretty cool breeze most of the time so it didn’t necessarily feel like it was that hot out.

It’s bad enough, I have to force the kids to go outside and play considering my mom and to force my brother and I to come inside.  We spent every waking moment outside playing sports, baseball, basketball, football, wiffleball, poolball, you get the idea.  Even during the winter we played football in the street because it was plowed.

Kids are pathetic these days.

Kids are pansies these days.

At least they do play some outside sports since they are both in little league and Samantha did a run club where they ran a mile or two after school, twice a week for a month.  It’s better than most kids these days.