


Reagan, Keaton, little Peyton and I actually watched the mini-marathon event while the boys ate, drank, argued, played, spit, laughed, punched, cried and screamed. They eventually found a few toy items some child had stashed and (thankfully!) forgotten in a cube near where we were sitting, so my two reluctant spectators played a few hand-held games.

This morning when Sutton hugged Landon and thanked him for coming to her volleyball match, he looked at her with a puzzled expression, "Were you there too?!"
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