Spring soccer started up a few weeks ago (I won't get into my opinion on calling it "spring" soccer when it was, in fact, still winter and freezing cold when it started). The point is, it's Spring now and there are still a few games left to be played.
The good news: Claire loves it and has a great time playing.
The bad news (of the "What?! You mean my child isn't exceptional at everything she does?" variety): She does not appear to have a natural gift for the sport. She has, however, developed a keen sense for trash talking. I think she gets that from her dad.