Photo Per Day #8: Thursday Night Football

I sometimes wonder: 1) Is everyone else's entire house one giant playground? 2) Do other moms come home at night and relax?

Futbol Americano

Juana, our beautiful cleaning lady at work, recently moved her family out of one of the worst areas of our city to an apartment complex in the burbs. Her kids switched schools and are thriving. There's a cafeteria with a million and one choices for lunch. They've made tons of friends, have been invited to birthday parties and, for the first time in their lives, can play outside. It's a world of difference.

The other night, her oldest son (who is ~12 years old) came home and announced that he wanted to play football.

Juana was visibly shocked when recounting this story to us. "What do I do? Football is for gringos!"

Joe the Tight End

Grannie Annie played football with Son #2 today. While playing, she began bragging that she was as good as Joe Namath, Joe Montana and Joe . . .

Son #2: Joe the Plumber?