Lately many of our evenings have been filled with Hubby and his little boy watching American football games together.
Last week they were watching a game when Mr. Happy Feet pointed and exclaimed, “Dirty Arms!”.
He was pointing at a player with tattooed arms. Our little man had no idea that those arms were not really “dirty” and were actually intentional. He was in complete earnest. It was the cutest thing.
Good thing that tough NFL player couldn’t hear him through the t.v. – his ego might have been bruised, although it could probably use a bit of that now and then.
Here Mr. Happy Feet is recently with “dirty” hands and arms himself (he was smearing around chalk with his big sister).
Speaking of football, here’s a picture of Mr. Happy Feet watching football with his papa two years ago.
My how the time flies…