“Too loud?”
Caleb looked at him.
“No.”
“Need your headphones?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Dad.”
Daniel stopped.
Caleb pointed toward the field.
“Can we just go?”
Daniel smiled.
“Yeah.”
We went.
Our seats were in an accessible section with a perfect view.
Caleb wore his Westmere Hawks jersey over a sweatshirt.
Number seventeen.
His favorite receiver.
He spent the first quarter explaining everything to me as though I had never seen football.
Which, according to him, I had not.
I took pictures.
Caleb holding his ticket.
Caleb looking at the field.
Caleb and Daniel arguing over a play.
Caleb eating half a pretzel.
Daniel watching Caleb eat half a pretzel.
At one point Caleb caught him.
“Dad.”
