I took my son to watch Daddy play soccer last weekend. He had a blast. He was, by far, hands down, the loudest and most enthusiastic fan at the field. He cheered, he danced, he jumped up and down. He echoed what the other players were yelling (all clean language, thankfully). He yelled "Da-deeeeeee!" at the top of his lungs throughout the game. He gave Daddy a pep talk on the sideline while he was waiting for his turn to go in.
He even shared his Cheez-Its with Daddy during halftime. I'm not sure what Mr. W's teammates thought about him doing this during the break...
...or this during the game...
...but seeing the mutual adoration between son and father, I couldn't have been happier.
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