For the past week I have been hearing my kids complain that they need new lacrosse equipment. Yesterday, I finally found the time to go get everything. With ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. and NoahNoah aka: Mac Daddy
Age: 12
"Special" Qualities: Holds a grudge for longer than you can remember the offense. Talks nonstop
Best Qualities: Wakes up with a smile every day and walks to the beat of his own drum. standing next to me, and several "cool" high school boys standing to my left, I walked up to the counter with the equipment list my kids made.   

As I read over the list, it became immediately clear to me that lacrosse equipment was named by a bunch of drunk frat boys at 3:00 in the morning who failed to score.  You've got to be kidding me. How am I going to ask for this equipment out loud?

I looked up at the 20 year old behind the counter and I swear there was a glint in his eye.  "Come on, I dare you," it said.

I pulled my shoulders back, smiled sweetly to the boys on my left, gave a quick icy stare to Noah who had a smirk on his face, looked straight into the eyes of the guy behind the counter, and said:

“Hi there. I need two shafts, 6 balls, 6 butts and this head restrung.”  

I'm. Not. Kidding.