"Booth, I enrolled Christine in a soccer program for young children. They'll practice once a week and play some games on Saturdays."
"Soccer? Can't she play some American game? Soccer...what's the world coming to…"
"She was quite excited. She's wanted to try it since she saw the picture of Parker in his outfit."
"Uniform. It's okay for Parker...he lives in the UK and has to blend in."
"In doing research I found that soccer is a good game for children. The rules are simple, they don't need much coordination, and they get aerobic exercise. And, as you know, Booth, sports build confidence...at least, that's what you've told me."
Game day finally arrived. Christine proudly dressed herself in her pink shirt, pink shorts, and pink striped socks. She walked into the kitchen and said, "I'm ready for my first soccer game.
How do I look, Daddy?"
" Like you could kick the ball to the moon!"
"Daddy! I just want to kick it into the net!"
Booth grumbled under his breath as he watched 15 little girls in pink shirts chase the ball around against a team of 15 little girls in lavender shirts. "No skill involved...not a real sport...they look like herds of puppies." Then something happened to completely change his opinion of soccer.
"Booth, did you see that?" Brennan had jumped out of her chair, jostling Joey and spilling her coffee. "Christine made a point!"
"My daughter scored her first goal!", Booth yelled. " Way to go, Christine. Hurry...run after the ball...try to get it from that girl...run...another goal! Unbelievable! Two goals for Christine!"
After celebrating the 15-15 tie with juice boxes and cookies, the tired family drove home.
Booth grinned at his wife. "You know, Bones...soccer is kind of fun."