We spent a snowy Saturday practicing our football kicks. Patrick likes to back up to "the line," which is usually as far back as he can get from the ball inside our house, and waits for us to plant the ball and yell "heeere comes Patrick!" Then he runs as fast as he can and kicks with pure glee. I played defense, defending both the house and Madeline, who was fascinated by the mayhem.
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