Tom has been traveling for the past two weeks, and both David and I missed him very much.
When Tom is gone it means I have to take over all the “daddy jobs,” things like taking out the trash and compost, disposing of the birds Brigham leaves on our porch every morning (happy spring to you, too, cat), and getting off the couch to get my own ice cream when Shark Tank is on.
More importantly, when Tom is gone our two-person team is missing its quarterback and MVP.
Tom plays with David differently than I do — he chases him around the house, wrestles with him on the couch, and taught him to play football. David loves football. Whenever Tom says “FOOT-BALL!” David shrieks and goes looking for his football.
They throw, they kick, and every play ends in a tackle or a touchdown. Sometimes both.
But no matter how the down ends, there’s always a touchdown dance.