Football Men
Last week after small group, one of the guys from our group went downstairs to catch the end of the football game before he headed home. Vince went down with him, so of course, Ezra and Asher trailed too. After watching the football game, the boys have been all about football.... tackle football - not touch, flag or tickle - but tackle. Ezra knows that the football men wear helmets so their heads don't get hurt when they "crash into one another." Being a rule follower, Ezra figured they too needed helmets so their heads don't get hurt when they crash into one another. So this week, instead of soccer, the boys are playing tackle football in the back yard. Sure, their helmets may look rather bike-ish - but really, when protecting one's head, at least in the minds of my boys, a helmet is a helmet.
On a side note, Ezra was sure to tell me that they don't tackle each other near the dog poops. Thanks son, I'm glad to know that.
On a side note, Ezra was sure to tell me that they don't tackle each other near the dog poops. Thanks son, I'm glad to know that.
posted by Kirsten at
10:54 AM
2 Comments:
The way Asher's strap is positioned might explain why he has some issues with tooth damage.
You know, Henry hates the tackling part of football. He always wants to know, "are those the football guys who hurt each other." Playing a game that involves pain isn't Henry's kind of fun. Maybe we should have named him Nancy.
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