Real again...

I think it's official.
We are a soccer family.

Because that's the title you earn when you drive to Sandy more than once to watch a bunch of guys run up and down a big, green field for 90 minutes.

Lola was in heaven. 
She clapped.
She screamed.
She danced.
She chucked her cup on the floor when the ref made a bad call.
She flirted incessantly with the little boys behind us.
It was hilarious.

Here's proof:

Thanks Wheatleys, for scoring us cheap tickets on City Deals.

And thanks Camille, for not being ashamed to burst into Crown Burger with me after closing time.
Those vanilla ice cream cones were worth the employee death glares.