Years ago, as in decades of years ago, they used to play a game of Powder Puff football in the fall. And on some occasions, the girls were often scrappier than the boys had been on Friday night. Due to a couple of questionable melees, powder puff games became nonexistent.
Until now, wherein we turned the girls loose yet again to duke it out....without pads and helmets.
The Freshman class played the Sophomores, the Juniors played the Seniors, and then the two winners battled it out to become Powder Puff Champions. It was the Juniors that actually won the championship. But alas, my boys were the coaches for the Sophomores and Seniors so this post is primarily dedicated to furthering their own coaching careers and not the play of the games. :)
Because I am the mama and this is my blog, so that's how it goes.
Because I am the mama and this is my blog, so that's how it goes.
Elder Son and one of his best friends since Kindergarten strolling across the field.
The Middle Child with his coaching staff,
complete with their very own bullhorn, play folder and coaching hat.
Not to give it away, but all of their plays were the names of candies.
As noted here with their Twizzlers sign. They also had candy corn, gummy bear, atomic bomb, sweetart, etc. etc. (As TheMiddleChild told me....it was easier for the girls to remember.)
Don't even laugh for a minute....this is serious stuff.
You never know---watch Gus or Nick or any other of the head guys in SEC play
....they may be stealing candy names any day now for their own playbooks.
Sweet Senior girls. Loving these moments.
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