In the car he said to me, "Papa, this is like being on the football team. I have to go to all the practices, and I have to be at all the games." He also said, "That makes my band class like going to weight training."
What capped it all? Our team won!
What will make his mom cheer? He asked to get his hair cut, so he won't be so hot in his uniform!
Will wonders never cease?