from the mom
Ask Ben what his name is and he'll walk away, stare at you stonily or otherwise ignore what he must consider a stupid question. But at the dinner table tonight it was: "Field goal."
"Huh?" I asked, certain I had misunderstood. "Did you say 'field goal'"?
"Football," he replied, as if to explain that a field goal was essential to the game of football.
Uncle Mark should be proud.
2 comments:
Aunt Lindsay is impressed!
Uncle Mark is proud. Just remember to keep your shoulders square, your eyes open, and explode through the tackle, Ben!
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