Househubby Diaries

C1 and I went to the Willard High School football game last night. Wow, the whole town was there. I haven't been to a H.S. football game since I went to a game at my old high school when I was a freshman in college. For the record, there are cooler things to do than go to your old high school's football game when you are a freshman in college. Anyway... C1 told me all day he wanted to go to the football game so we went. I was excited because it really makes you feel connected to the town when you go and cheer on the home team. We didn't cheer too much though. I mean I don't know anyone on the team, or any coaches or for that matter, I didnt know anyone. I only rooted for the Flashes because it's our hometown. And now that C1 is in the Willard School system I sort of feel he is a Jr. Flash. As I saw other fathers cheering on their sons, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to stand there 14 years from now cheering on C1 and C2. Just as the 1st quarter ended, my imagining came to a halt when C1 looked down from my shoulders and said "I wanna go home". I asked him what he enjoyed more, watching the football game or watching the kids run around. He said "watching the kids run around". I knew our time was limited. I told him we'd go home in a few minutes. So just before halftime, we walked hand in hand out of the athletic complex. Yeah, I spent $5 to watch 15 minutes of football with absolutely nobody I knew in attendance, but going to your local H.S. football game with your 3 year old son is still pretty cool. By the way, Final score: Willard Crimson Flashes 6, Lexington Minutemen 15
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