The metamorphosis is insidious. One day you're behind the wheel of a cute little wagon, and the next you're driving a mobile garbage dump with fossilized Goldfish on the floor and previously undiscovered life forms multiplying under the seat.
I hope you are enjoying seeing little Billy run around the field with his little soccer ball. I noticed one thing, though; you seem to have a lot to say, whether it's to me, the other parents, or the coaches. I kindly request that you shut your trap.