Charlie and I spent about an hour on the couch tonight. I’m not even sure where the rest of the family was. It was the start of that “dad & dude” time that all of us dads envision. We could have been watching baseball or the deer-shooting channel. But we invested an hour in something more…perfect.
Say what you will about Johnny Football–the boy can flat out chuck the rock. And those guys have some incredible skills.
Charlie was laughing and giggling when the guys would go crazy celebrating a big shot. I wasn’t sure that he knew what was going on, but I did my best to teach him their customary sign-off: Pound it. Noggin.
A few minutes later I carried him downstairs to get him ready for bed. When I put him down to grab some jammies, he picked up a ball in his room and–I kid you not–threw it in the nerf hoop hanging by the diaper genie and said, “Yeah baby!”
Mission accomplished…at least for today.
But do you know what I like most about Dude Perfect? This. Hands down. Dude. Perfect.
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