Okay, here's my current draft. Please tell me it's not the kiss of death to quote Shakespeare in the opening line of an MG novel.
When Shakespeare said, “The play’s the thing,” I’m pretty sure he wasn’t talking about football.
But it’s football plays, not stage plays, that are the topic of conversation this morning. Noah shows one of his team’s plays to Dad, and suddenly breakfast is part of the action. The saltshaker becomes the quarterback, Noah’s silverware becomes the linemen, and the edge of my plate is the goal line. That was fine until I get this bare bicep in my face as the ball carrier gets tackled in the middle of my two eggs, sunnyside up. Yolk splatters all over.
“Eeeuuwww,” says my little sister, Mac.
“Hey! Not in my food! Play your football game someplace else.” Football is Noah’s thing, not mine. I’d rather talk about REAL plays.