My Pink Pixie

Isabelle gives her father much to be proud of.  The best things in life are, unlike Conan’s claims, the hugs of a happy daughter and the pride of watching her angle across the field to smoothly steal the ball from the opposing team and dribble downfield, passing or taking the shot herself, as the situation warrants.

It has been my distinct pleasure to coach her and six other girls this year.  The team, dubbed the Pink Pixies, had a shaky start, but showed what training and a desire to learn can bring.

As you can see, she’s here to score goals and chew bubblegum, and she’s all out of bubblegum:

And don’t get me started on her academics.  I about blubbered in the parent-teacher conference this year.