Heard
lots if banging downstairs then Grant came up and asked if Greg and I
would come watch him kick a field goal. Huh? In my basement? Then he
told me Jacob would hold the ball for him and he would kick it. So I
went. They had a great setup with a bunch of pillows to "receive" the
ball. So they setup for the kick. Jacob holds, Grant kicks and then my
picture frame (hanging on the wall behind) shatters. Field goal Pawlak! I
love boys!
As a result of the basement debacle last
night, we now have a field goal post in the front yard. Jacob called
Grandpa and he was over lickety split with a field goal post. Spoiled I tell
you. Spoiled.
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