Daughter: Look! (Pointing at her bookbag.)
Son: (reaching for it)
Daughter: Don’t touch it! It’s wet from sweat!
Son: Who’s sweat is it! Who’s sweat is it! (In midst of reaching depending on who’s sweat is it. Then he bends down to smell it.)
Daughter: Tamera Young. She gave it to me.
Me: (looking like… WTFrenchtoast)
Yesterday my daughter’s basketball team went to see our very own Chicago Sky WNBA basketball team play against the Atlanta Dream. Our team lost by 3pts, but at the end of the game my daughter and her team were yelling to the players, “good game!” Tamera Young threw her wrist bands to them. My daughter caught one and another player caught the other one.
The last picture is of her new letterman jacket.