Dad reports:
I feared a rough afternoon as Tommy hung up the phone and instantly started acting goofy and irritable. I felt for sure the Orange and White game was wrecked and I questioned even allowing Tommy to go but the adults had the children out numbered and in the worse case I could just take Tommy away and leave his brother with the grandfather and uncle. We had a great time! Once there we established a meeting spot, instructed Tommy and Noah to stay together, the grandfather gave the child predator lecture, and they ran off to get autographs of the football players. I followed them briefly but lost sight of their orange and white shirts in the crowd of orange and white shirts as I gandered around the stadium in amazement and suddenly wished I had brought the FRS radios but had no fear. I knew they would get tired and hot and return shortly. They returned as the adults grouped down on the field and we took family pictures with the new cell phone.
We walked to the center of the field then Noah has an urgent need. I figured the officers would not take kindly to the way Noah relieves himself at the soccer field so we rushed to a pot-a-potty and an increasingly crank Tommy (”I’m thristy!”) met us with uncle and grandfather then we headed to concessions.
We parked ourselves for the game and Tommy and Noah were released to run around the stadium. We played “spot the children” with the binoculars which was like finding a needle in a haystack. Eventually they returned and the game started. Tommy sat away from us so he could see the televisions, at one moment he looked like he had found a seat where he could rest his head and I thought he was going to take a nap (or he was trying to engage a game of hide and seek). He returned to sit with us, then took Noah for a walk around a different section of the stadium returning only to realize he was walking around with his grandfather’s money in his pocket and could have been munching!
Tommy eventually got bored and started picking his nose. He would stare at whatever ended up on his finger, then eat it. I sent him to the bathroom to wash face, hands and mouth with instructions to stop that. He came back,yelled at his brother, was separated then shortly afterwards we returned home.
He had some rudeness in the car and I lost my temper and sent him to the porch. He later calmed and was polite for the rest of the evening.