Thing 2 is still alive, and still playing football. We are, however, going to win the bad parent of the year award. Wanna know why? Well. He was having a hard time wanting to tackle the other boys. It seemed like he was being mean. I mean, he would usually get in trouble for doing stuff like this, and now we want him to "go for the jugular?"

Talk about mixed messages.
So, we have started paying him money for every tackle he makes. He gets an extra bonus if he causes a fumble.
Can I just say, he is a new rabid football player?
Money.
Apparently, it really does make the world go round.