SO last night, I wasnt feeling to well and decided to stay home from my sd game. She is a cheerleader, so two nights a week are dedicated to games.

Once my husband and sd get home you would have thought that some national landmark had been damaged or worse. My husband comes in shaking his head mumbleing (well loud enough I could make it out), if I make it through the sd teenage years it will be a miracle. Then he turns to me and starts to tell me the story.

At the game, supposly, a girl from the other team, threw a chip or something at the sd and said something to her. My sd runs to the cheer coach along with her group and tells the cheer coach, who proceeds to go to girl from the opposing team and repremand her.

My husband, who is the father of sd, didnt have a clue this happend. (He was at game and her mother was not) Well, the cheer coach calls the ex, the mother of the sd, and tells her she handled it. Well, of course on the way home and way after they made it home, the mother calls the father and tells him what happend. Asks about a million times if the sd is ok. HAd she been crying? Just all these questions.

You would have thought that the sd just got shot.

He asked me what I thought about it and I asked him:

1.) What did the sd say or do to get the chip thrown at her?

2.) Why did she run and tell? Just ignore it?

3.) The coach took care of it...parents stay out.

I am sure there is more to the story than the sd is telling, jsut like there is to all her storys. I love to sit back and watch how people work.

Just thought this was a good laugh and someone might need it out there!!!