You're at a church ball game.
There is a minimal turn out.
Practically no one is there to cheer.
The teams are running up and down the court.
You hear just a few sounds:
...squeaking of tennis shoes,
...........a ref's whistle,
.......the dribbling of the ball.....
Cutting through the silence comes the cutest 2 year old voice:
"Way du Doh, Daddee! Way du doh!"
and a little later...
Daddy's #1 fan.
It was just too cute. Mitch couldn't take it anymore, so he yelled from the court,
"Thanks, Buddy! I love you, Emmett!"
and of course, came the adorable response across the cultural hall:
"I uv oo, too, Daddeeeee!
Tyson had some funny things to yell, too....LIKE...
"Way to go, Dad! Chomp the blue team up!"
(Never mind it was the blue team that was slaughtering us, haha!)
Tyson: Let's GO AMERICA!
Me: You mean, Western Skies?
Tyson: It's the same thing.