So much for soccer being safer than rugby. “This is why I didn’t want him to play,” Shaun said. “He’s not exactly in his element with a round ball.” “You’ve seen him play before?” Maisie asked. “Just in the back garden,” Shaun replied. “I went through a phase when I wanted to be a footballer, so Oliver would kick the ball around with me in the back garden. Or at least, he’d try to.” “I think it’s sweet,” I said. “He can’t be perfect at all physical activities.” “What is he perfect at other than rugby?” Maisie asked. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” “Oh Jesus. I think I preferred it when I was the one making embarrassing sex references.” Jennifer laughed next to me. She found it hilarious listening to Maisie and I talk. I guess our dynamic was a little weird.
