After our latest soccer experience with Monkey, I think I have new insight on how cheerleaders were invented. Caveman Monkey: No! No! I don't want to play. (This lasts for most of cave soccer and involves tears, whining and attempted bribery.) Cave Mom turns to Cave Butterfly in desperation: I'll give you some sugar cane if you can get him to play. Cave Buttefly's eyes light up. She then quietly begins to work on Cave Monkey. In two minutes Cave Monkey is playing while Cave Butterfly dances and sings from the sidelines before demanding her sugar cane. Voila! A reenactment of the invention of Cave Cheerleaders. I figure it wasn't too long before leaf pom-poms, flips in the air and silly costumes were necessary to coax shy Cave Monkies to get out on the field. Still. Whatever works. Cave Moms just HAD to see their sons play soccer.