To the untrained eye (like mine), coming into the kitchen and finding a trail of chocolate chips seems a little bit suspicious. But then again, I have no idea about most things that happen around here. (The babies took care of the remaining chocolate chips as I was going the laundry so clean up was easy.)
This is a lesson about football: positions, plays and strategies, that a sweet daddy was teaching his daughter. Munch has been attending the Friday night games and expressed confusion about what was happening on the field. I felt like I had left out something in her education that she didn't know what was going on not that I'm an expert.
Armed with her chocolate chip knowledge the next game proved to be enlightening. She returned home from the game frustrated commenting that the players looked nothing like the chocolate chips and it was impossible to tell who was doing what.
It's a good thing she plays tennis.
She won the tennis ball bobble head trophy for being undefeated this year and winning the region tournament. Grandma and Grandpa sent the girl bobble head trophy inscribed with her name. It was very sweet. This is all in "fine print" because she doesn't want me making a big deal out of it. I just think she is amazing, especially because she has no depth perception, due to only having one functioning eye.