coupons.
There's a place in South Carolina
where they do the best pecan pie.
I'm a bird. Instinct should take over.
I guess you've waited for this a long time.
All my life. Only....
Only what, dear?
Well, now it's not just talk.
Now, it's the real thing.
Are you scared?
The world's pretty big, and I'm pretty small.
Somebody once told me,
"You're as big as you feel."
Just spread your wings...
...and soar.
I'll miss you, Stuart.
I'll miss you, too.
I'll miss all ofyou.
You, too, Snowbell.
I'm not going to cry.
Little hi, Little low.
Little hey, Little ho.
Stuart?
Yeah, Dad?
What's the silver lining this time?
She'll be back in the spring.
Bye-bye, birdie.
- Did you hear that?
- Her first words! She spoke!
- Of course she did.
- I knew she could do it.
Big deal. When she can fall from a tree
and land on her feet, then I'll be impressed.George, wake up.
- George!
- It's Saturday.
I know, but it's the first day of soccer.
It's our first game.
Soccer?
I can't today. I caught a cold while sleeping.
You'll be fine.
Come on, come on, it'll be great.
We're going to play like Brazilians.
- Here you go.
- Thanks, Mom.
Stuart, don't forget your water bottle.
George....
Don't forget your cleats.
You look especially beautiful today.
Some people just know how to wear oatmeal.
Okay, open up.
Did you hear that? She said "blah-blah."
I can't believe it.
Her first word.
Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down.
I'm not sure that's technically a word.
Of course it is.
But your Uncle Crenshaw says
that every Little starts talking by nine months.
In Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.
Are you both coming to the game?
Wouldn't miss it.
Frederick...
...this soccer game's making me very....
- Proud?
- Anxious. Especially about....
- I'm fine.
- He's fine.
All those boys stomping around with cleats.
What if someone....
Oh, honey. He's a Little.
All Littles are natural athletes.
- Do you need....
- Could you?
Okay, that's it for you.
Snow, food.
Food? Is it tuna? Or herring?
Or, dare I say it, is it lox?
Oh! Please be lox!
Snow, that's for you.
- Boys, are we ready to play some soccer?
- You bet, Dad.
Oh, great. It's glop.
Look what I'm reduced to.
I'm a Handi Wipe with hair.
Wallace! Get up! There we go!
That's right! Dig! Dig!
Go downfield! Downfield!
You guys, spread out! Spread out!
- Well, George is getting a workout.
- Yeah!
What bothers me is that every kid
has had a chance to play except Stuart.
There's plenty of time.
Plenty of time? There's 40 seconds.
He did an excellent job
of handing out the orange slices.
That's not as easy as it looks.
Okay, I'm glad he's not in the game.
I don't want him to get hurt.
It's Pee-Wee soccer. Nobody gets hurt.
Irwin, are you okay?
Are you all right, Irwin?
Do I look all right?
Here. Come on.
Better substitute.
Tie game. We could play with just 10.
But we have George, so it's like having nine.
Wallace, we'll have none of that.
Come on, coach.
Stuart! Go in for Irwin!
Mom! Dad! I'm going in!
Yeah, Stuart!
Oh, dear.
All right, Stuart, watch your tail out there.
Don't worry, I won't let you down.
Now, go get them.
Let's go, let's go! Come on!
Over here! I'm open!
I got it! I got it!
- I'm going to snatch him off the field.
- Honey, honey.
Knowing boys as I do,
I think he might find that a little...
Embarrassing.
Get it, George!
Go after it!
Pass me the ball, lame-o. Come on.
George, shoot!
I got it! I got it!
Shoot!
I got it! I got it!
Yeah, I did it!
I have to start wearing a cup.
He just looked so small out there.
So lacking in bigness.
Does he really have to go back next week?
Honey, we have to give him room to grow.
I do. I let him slice his own banana.
With a spoon.
I let him drive his car to school.
No other mother does that.
With George walking beside him
every step of the way.
How much more room do I have to give him?
A little more than you're giving him now.
Maybe