Here, you stole the football from Daddy and Pops. You ran to the left and veered to the right. You scored!!! Pops even tried to tackle you, but you dodged him!
Pops was so upset that he wiggled his booty for the camera! I'm really glad he's YOUR Pops!
He tried to steal the ball back, but you wouldn't budge. Oh no! You held your own, little man!
Then, daddy swooped in and tried to take the ball. You held on even tighter, and there was no way you were going to give the ball up! Daddy . . . he's such a sneak, and he tried to tickle you. You laughed, but you held on to the ball!
Well, then it was daddy's turn to have the ball. You took it right back though! You are so strong.
Pops busted in on the tackle, stole the ball from Daddy, and you went after him. You are super-duper-NFL-FAST! I see $$$$ in your future! 
Then, you threw the ball to Pops, but you threw it so hard that he couldn't catch it. Nope! Not even close!
So, you ran after it, received your own throw and then Pops tried tackling you. Yet again, you held strong!
And, the game was over. You WON!
Nana swooped in to console you after POPS stomped on your rocket. He sent it to the roof, and you kept telling us that, "wocket was on the ROOF!" Nana made it all better, though.
Bad, Pops! Bad!
Since Pops sent the last rocket to the roof, you tried to teach him the proper way to stomp on the rocket!
Daddy needed a little lesson too! We made Pops take a time out on the porch.
Finally, game over and you decided to wear the conductor hat mommy bought you for your party.
Nana had to give you a sink bath. You had icing on your face, dirt all over your body, and sweat from the football game.
You weren't mad at Pops for too long, especially after he had a Dum Dum with you.
Games over and back to work! You had to supervise Pops while he cleaned the gutters, windows and decks! You are a slave-driver!
1 comment:
Precious! Love how it was like you were telling him the story! Awww!!!
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