Tink had her first soccer game of the season last night. It was awful. The kids on our team acted like they were in a daze. Tink stood on the field and played with her hair and whined that she was tired and thirsty. We ended up scoring 2 points and the other team had 10 or 12. I'm not sure, score is not officially kept at the games.
Lucky for us my nephew was on the other team. I'm sure you all remember me talking about my brothers boys, the mafia. They are terribly behaved little turds.
When the game was over I told my nephew he played a good game. I then told Tink she made a great stop and a couple of really good take aways during the game.
When we got 3 minutes down the road my cell phone rang. It was my brother wanting to talk to Tink. Tink refused to talk, she was too tired she said. My brother responded "That's ok, I was just calling so Chase could rub it in that Tink's team sucks and we kicked their ass."
Ok. "Well, tell Chase that he did great and Aunt D is proud of him."
Hubbs could tell I was pissed when I hung up, but I told him I would tell him about it later. I didn't want to repeat what had been said in front of Tink. I told Tink my brother called to tell her she played a great game.
Why, why, why would an adult call to say something like that to a 4 year old?! I hope he feels like the ass that he truly is! I typically keep my mouth shut for the sake of family peace, but it's not going to take much more for me to blow up.