What I learned today was that football can divide and bond a family. Daddy's Giants team played Hot Mama's 49ers squad, and we all watched the game together. Wyatt wore his #10 Eli Manning jersey, while I wore a red onesie to pledge allegiance with the person who feeds me from her boob. The game was tight. The cheering was loud. And at the end, Hot Mama and I were happy.
But even though for those three hours we were on different sides, we were always together.
I loved that.
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