The boys both had soccer games this morning, and since I was at work and had to miss it, Ang promised to send me texts with updates on the happenings. About 11:30 while I was out on the floor with a customer, I missed the following series of texts.
"Rakes just scored an AMAZING goal!" (Apparently, according to Rakes, "He went BAM, the ball went WHOOSH, and the goalie went BOOF and I scored!")"
"Ted Call Me."
"Trot just mooned the whole team. He's YOUR son."
I finally texted back.
The scary thing? He's only 4. What in God's name is he gonna be like when he's 16?
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