Call him coach

So The Soccer Mom called today. They want hubby to coach the boy child's team for the Spring. He had grudgingly half agreed to do it back in the fall, but only if they *really* needed a coach. Poor deluded dear actually thought that they might *not*. Well apparently they need several. And several of the children on the boy child's fall team actually wrote on their applications that they were requesting hubby as a coach. Tee hee. This will be great fun.

I can hardly wait to tell him. Of course he is all tired and sick and grumpy today, so it will have to keep...unless I am willing to risk mortal injury.