That’s how Patrick says football. With some sort of sophisticated foreign accent.
And here’s my son, Matthew, that you never knew existed because he hates getting his picture taken in a bad way.
Just like me.
But I got this one while he was famished, right before practice.
It was a beautiful day so I thought we’d go and watch is practice for awhile. Plus Mr. Two Year Old who worships the ground Matthew walks on, insisted. Like he does everytime.
Matt loves this sport and has blossomed into a leadership position. Here’s a shy 3rd child, who calls plays, and runs the ball.