Ok, so it's Sunday, and as with so many homes in America...that means football. And, as you can see, we are attempting to create our own football team (we are lacking depth in some positions, but that's a separate conversation).
I love watching the Big D running with his boys. There is laughter and giggling--and even though the object of the game is to AVOID being tackled, they both seem to run right too him, and slow down, and laugh in anticipation (maybe we aren't explaining the game right).
This is big time sport in our family. It's every man for himself.
See, it doesn't matter that he's 3. We take no prisoners.
Oh, wait. Maybe he's just taking a nap...
And just because every post around here needs some pretty....
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