Mistaken Identity . . .

Went to see grandson Kyle play soccer today . . . spent the first 10 minutes taking pictures whenever he was near the ball. Suddenly Jools cried, "That's not Kyle. Where is he?" We scanned the pitch, looked at the subs' bench and realized that almost all of the team looked the same: tall, black hair, red shirts, black shorts and socks.

Couldn't see him anywhere, so Jools rang his mother, asking what his number was. "Eleven." Still couldn't find him. Then his mother remembered, "Oh, Kyle said not to go to the game this week because he's playing in goal." Hmm, yes, there he was in the distance, looking very lonely. Fortunately, he was replaced in goal at half time, so we got a couple of shots, including this one. Unfortunately, his team lost 6-3 (or was it 5-2?).

Memo to Jools: Must get new glasses . . .