Wednesday, October 17, 2007
More on Football
My girl just couldn't leave well enough alone. She wants to get to the bottom of this mystery we call football. Another question last night. All clean from her bath, and snuggled on her daddy's lap, head resting on his shoulder, I heard this little voice from across the room, "Daddy, why do you yell at the football man?"
Honey, if you figure that out, we'll give you the Nobel Peace Prize.