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“Hoas school today?” I ask

“It was good,” he replies casually, never one to roll his eyes at e his reat kid Aaron is, but then ie that at some point

I don’t necessarily believe that Maybe I’ naive, but I also believe parenthood is an adventure Coht I’d have hands-on experience in raising e

“Grandht,” I say, which is our favoritefrom the discomfort

I stop walking, having reached a spacious spot of grass Aaron doesn’t hesitate, just keeps going We’ve tossed the football plenty over the last feeeks, and it’s our routine He does glance over his shoulder with a grin “Bet I can eat more than you”

I know he can, but I take the bet “Five dollars”

“You’re on,” he calls before trotting a few feet away from me

Aaron turns, positions his fingers around the laces, and cocks the football I spread ht into my arms

It sails toward me, and I have to run a few feet to the left to make the catch Of course, I ahIt hits the ground, tumbles away frohs

I bend, grab the football, and turn quickly to fling it back to Aaron Of course, it barely covers the distance he just threw it and co it fro up to me

“Okay, Mom… you have to hold it like this before you throw it,” he explains, then I get a lesson on proper throwing technique He’s explained it to me on no less than four other occasions, but I listen attentively, hoping to glean new information that will make me a little bit better He hands the ball to ain”