AMEN. At the risk of sounding like the absolute worst mother of all time, I would like to add that it’s even worse when the team is your kid’s team and you have to look enthused. I just yell when everyone tells, either joyful yells or angry yells, depending.

I can almost never pick my daughter out on the field ( they are all dressed exactly the same).

And it never, ever ends.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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