We spent the evening at the football game. Where FoH wouldn’t let go of this Blow Pop, thanks to one of my students who gave it to him.

This was the look on his face any time one of us tried to take that damn thing and find the nearest trash can.

Just try to tell me you could resist those eyes and that face. Allow me to cut to the chase — you can’t.

I tried, we tried. Random not so stranger stranger People tried. Finally, I decided the easiest thing to do was just let him have it and wait for the moment. The one where it falls.

It was bound to happen, and it did. But not before he ran that thing through his hair a few times and made sure his collar was covered in bright red slobber.

Definitely a big night for FoH.