Spotes

Today was the day Ben has been waiting for for months.  His first day of Mixed Sports (or "spotes" if you don't do r's).  He's been waitlisted since before Christmas and he FINALLY got in.  It's all he could talk about for the last few days.
Me:  "Did you guys tell your friends at school about the chicks?"
Ben:  "Abby did.  I told them about spotes."

My mom stopped by and before she was even in the door he announced, "Gwammy, I have spotes tomorrow!"

He woke up with leg cramps in the middle of the night and as I was giving him some Tylenol he said in his groggy little voice, "I just keep thinking about spotes."

And this morning, he ran down to greet me like this:

"Ready for spotes mama!"  Indeed he was.  Basketball shorts and a football jersey.  Ready for whatever sport they could throw at him.

As I was leaving, I hugged him and said. "Have a great time at sports tonight."  He looked at me and said, "Spotes is tonight?  Why am I dressed like this now then?"