I already posted once today so I'll make this quick but not painless.

If you haven't read enough of my dribble yet, I'll get you up to speed.  My husband and I have been married for 21 years, first and hopefully only marriage for each of us.  We have a daughter, 19, and twin boys, 14.  My husband has an older daughter, 22 and widowed, and we are raising her son here at home.  It is with that son, my step-grandson, with whom I just shared a disturbing conversation.

"Gramma, I want to throw football with boys." (He's three.)

"Can't girls play?" I asked. "Can I play?"

"No, only Grandpa."

"Girls can't play football?" (Can you tell I was hoping for a change of heart?)

"No."

Hmmm.  Granted, I am not an athletic person.  In fact, I'm downright uncoordinated when it comes to sports and a lot of other things.  I haven't shown him that girls can throw a football because I can't.  And Jessica is seldom here and when she is, football is not her top priority.  But it gets in my crawl that this little boy who can't even talk properly yet has formed this opinion in his small head.  I guess I need to practice my spiral.

 Where are the Manning boys when I need them? 

What do you think I should do?