It was another beautiful day outside, so we took Troy out into the backyard to play. I had pulled out my old soccer ball, thinking (or maybe just hoping) that he might enjoy a different activity from whacking dada with a stick. He wasn't sure about this new thing at first, but once I showed off my pathetic attempt at ball handling, he quickly picked it up. He was running around the yard, kicking the ball out in front of him, and then chasing after it to kick it again. He's such a natural at everything he tries to do.
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