Yesterday Kai had another soccer "scrimmage". She wasn't really playing much, though. Instead, she kept running around with her arms spread out. Then, she'd run up to one of the kids that was hanging back or doing something unrelated to the game, and she'd reach up to put her arm around the kid's shoulder (Kai frequently does this -- she is often the smallest kid in her social circles, but she has this idea of herself as the biggest kid and the one that everyone else needs for direction/reassurance. So, she'll reach up to other kids in order to (condescendingly) pat them on the back or offer encouragement) and start talking to the kid. Then she'd give the kid a couple of pats on the back (in a "go get em" sort of way) and trot off, arms outstretched.
I had no idea what she was doing. I kept hollering at her to watch the ball, but she had her own agenda in mind. Finally, she ran up to me and said, "they are not spreading out and not passing." The coaches had told them to spread out and pass the ball. I guess it was good that Kai was trying to follow directions -- but she was spending most of her time frustrated that no one else was following directions and not really spending any time paying attention to the game.
Later that day, Kai and I were out running errands and Kai announced from the backseat, "I don't like scrimmaging." I asked her why and she said,
"It's sooo tiring... I have to tell all the other kids what to do all the time," she said in the voice of someone truly weary of her burden.
I told her she didn't need to worry about everyone else so much. She was unconvinced and just gave me the look she's been giving me since long before she could talk -- one of needing to tolerate my ignorance until she is in more of a position to completely ignore my utter stupidity.
3 years old, and she's ready for her coaching position. Nevermind that she doesn't really understand the sport... she's ready to direct!