We were watching the football game.
“You have to CATCH the ball!!” Yells Dad to a player who had failed to get anywhere close to the ball in question.
“Tackle him! Tackle him!” Yells Dad.
“You have GOT to be kidding me!!” the roars continue.
“You know they can’t actually hear you through the TV,” I say.
“I know,” says Dad, “but I’ll explode if I keep it in and then you’ll have a mess to clean up.”
“That’s better! That’s better!” shouts Dad.
There’s a time out on the field and the players huddle up for a water break.
“There’s the Kid! There’s the Kid!” I shriek. “There’s the Kid! There’s the Kid! The Kid! The Kid! The Kid!”
“Hi Sweetie!” I yell, “Love you!!”
“You know he can’t hear you through the TV,” says the Puppy.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I think it’s pretty dang cool that we saw you on national TV.