SO there is this game called football. Have you heard about it? My brother Logan plays it every day of the week. Its weird. Somedays the Dad guy comes home early & picks us up then we go to school (again - by the way, how many times a day do we need to go to this school place - once in the morning for Dalton, once in the morning for Ashton & Logan, then again in the afternoon for Dalton, again for Ashton, and then AGAIN for Logan later on. And most days we have to go to one or the other a third time to do this strange thing called volunteering). As Ashton would say - OMG!
But anyways, I digress... Back to the football thingie. I sit in the sun at Logans school and watch people run back and forth on a field. Mommy yells, so does Daddy, well, actually everyone yells. Mommy says they are not yelling at me. Not only do we do this football thing for Logan apparently we go on some Friday nights too - for this thing called High School. Geez.. will this school thing ever stop? Oh, did I mention that both my brothers go outside after dinner and play it some more? They even watch it on TV. (At night AND in the mornings they watch replays). Something tells me I too will be a part of this phenomenon...
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