Coming off the field as his team advanced to the semi-finals after playing keeper for the second half, my son says:

I didn’t let a single goal in. But, also, they didn’t really aim very well. So that helped me.

Driving past soccer fields and their bright lights on the way to evening practice…

A, from the back of the car…

Holy moly! The lights are flashing!

Wait, never mind. I’m just blinking too much.

I hope so

H: Daddy, what if you die when you’re a grown up and we’re still kids?

Me: I won’t let that happen, H.

H: But what about G-mo and Nanne? What if they get really old?

Me: I don’t know, baby.

H: But why does everyone have to die when they get old?

Me: So new babies can be born.

H: Will we be new babies again?