I do not like this at all.
He, of course loves it. Even as small as he is, he loves to tackle. He's pretty good at it too. :)
O and I cheer him on at practice until the bigger boys get thrown into the mix. Then we leave. I don't think either of us can stand to see him hit the ground. So Al stays. He comes home talking football with his Daddy and sweaty. "Whole body" sweaty is what he calls it.
I love football. I just wish he was a kicker.
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