Playing football is so much more fun than watching football, don't you think? Especially when you're six and your dad is taking you out to play. And you insist on wearing one of his jerseys, even though it hits the floor.
Of course, when you're three, football's fun and all, but the "new" cookie jar and fruit smasher are far more entertaining, at least until you get outside.
Still smiling. He improved so much while they were out there, that he was probably throwing that football better than I do by the time they were done. And definately not afraid to catch it.
Guys are great, aren't they?