It's rare for my teens
to do more than grunt at me.
Yesterday, when Teddy came home from football practice,
smelling like a wet dog that had rolled in it,
he told me he wanted to show me all his new football moves.
I was surprised and happy that he was speaking to me.
"Mom, you play left guard defense." He said.
I got out of my beloved recliner
trying to remember that position.
I've only watched his first five games
and I knew that was one of the positions he played.
I bent down and summoned my inner linebacker.
I tried to look mean.
Then he came flying at me and did a roll thing
over my right shoulder.
I was so surprised.
I stood up and looked at him with wide eyes.
At first I had nothing to say because I had no idea what that play was.
"Isn't that great mom?!" He said.
"Oh yes, that was the best offensive play I've ever seen!" I exclaimed.
I'm still not real clear about all these football terms yet,
but I love my child.
He may be a pain in the butt sometimes,
but he's my pain in the butt.
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