Monday night we all went to watch Noah’s soccer game. They were missing several players, so the coach was desperately moving players around to try and find a good position for each one. He put Noah in the goalie spot and we groaned in fear. Why would he put someone who spent the first half of the game wiggling his loose tooth in a position that demands you pay attention and act quickly? The ball was in the middle of the field when my father pondered out loud, “Where did Noah go? The goal is empty.” We looked toward the goal and saw a small person a few feet behind the goal, standing in a bush. Noah was taking a potty break in the middle of the game!