So, we're on the couch and Mommy is trying to have a conservation with you. Politely, you oblige her. Then when I'm flipping channels, I turn it to the soccer network which, by now, you know to be a common occurrence when Mommy isn't looking - or even when she is. I have no shame.
Soccer on TV has a very distinct sound which you have learned very quickly. Upon hearing the din of the crowd, you shamelessly broke your gaze with Mommy's eyes, whipped your head around, and with laser beam focus darted your eyes toward the TV to see who was playing. Just like Daddy.
Love,
Dad
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