On Sunday, I was trying to get supper ready and Carson was attached to my leg, so Jeff brought him downstairs to the basement. And of course, it being Sunday and all, the football game was on. Carson sat beside Jeff (and when he sits beside you, he keeps shoving his bum over till he gets as close as possible) and watched football for over half an hour.
Now, Carson asks every day "Daddy, downstairs, football (which sounds like guckball)"
Every time he asks, Jeff gets the biggest and proudest grin ever.