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Dennis and the Stingrays experienced another huge win today on the soccer field. Dennis pretty much refused to play one entire quarter of the game: he stood beside the coach and blew an imaginary whistle. Pretty soon, there were three little boys in blue uniforms running around and blowing imaginary whistles (meaning that they were each sticking a thumb and index finger in their mouths and making a high pitch sound or scream). I'm not sure if it was strategy, trying to get the other team to not play because they thought the whistle had been blown, or if it was just silly fun. Dennis finally jumped back in the game for the last few minutes. He had said he was so nervous that his stomach hurt, but he seemed to get over it. I hate that he may have inherited my nervous stomach. I hadn't even considered that it had come from me until I was telling David about it later and he laughed and patted my knee and reminded me how he had to keep Tums or Rolaids in his car glove compartment when we were dating. Dating made me a nervous wreck back in high school. It took a few months of dating David before I stopped getting nauseous on dates from pure nervousness! I hope Dennis has an easier time, that he'll learn to relax and have fun at soccer or when singing at church.