Poor Kids

We had another of Reagan's basketball games last night and again they lost. They all try so hard and I lost count of the times they shot the ball. I wish at least one of them had gone in. Meanwhile Reese was in a bad mood because he had to go to the game. He came up with several excuses why he couldn't go but it did not trump supporting his sister. He thinks that her going to all of his stuff doesn't count for anything. He sat in the corner of the gym and pouted through the whole game. Even Nana couldn't bring him out of his funk and she usually can do anything. This morning he came up to me and said "Hug". I gave him a hug and he said that he was sorry for being in a bad mood and that he felt better. Of course he apologized to me and not his father, who he was the ugliest to. Reagan on the other hand let me put her hair in a pony tail for the game and I really suck at it. I have thin hair and she has thick hair, halfway through the game her hair was starting to fall. It started out well, at least I got it to lay down when I put it up, that's better than it looked last week. Reagan asked me to get the hair detangler that Nana has for next time. She absolutely refused to use what we already had in the cabinet, she said that it didn't work. I feel like I'm torturing her everytime I do her hair. She looks at me fearfully. Oh, well what can I do.