The kids are asleep.
Daddy: (Handing me a flyer for football camp) Who does that look like?
Daddy: That’s Tunk in a few years.
Me: It does kind of look like that.
Daddy: If he’s able to do it, I think it’d be good for him. He’d meet all kinds of new friends.
First thing this morning…
Tunk: (excited squeal, handing me the the flyer) That’s ME MomMom! That’s Me!!!
Me: So football it is.