Last weekend I threw on my 4 year-old nephew's Bears helmet and took him and his 8 year-old wimpy sister outside to play football. Not touch football. Not flag football. Football. You'd find this more amazing if you knew her. She's very pretty, very smart (I'm starting to sound like Jeannie Bueller) and the biggest wimp ever.
We started with the most important thing: the touchdown dance. Little white boy has some moves! Then we got into the rest of it. Elbows were thrown into eyes, shoulders crashed onto the ground, leaping, full-fledged tackles took place with a vengeance, and not a tear was shed (miraculously) with a 28-21 final score (boys won). The most valuable lesson learned, however, was by my 8 year-old niece...
Aunt Sara: "Ashlynn, what do you have to do if you want to get married?"
Ashlynn: "Watch football."
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