I wish so much that I could say that after I took this picture, my boy went in the game and shook two or three defenders before heading the ball into right into the net, winning it all in the pee-wee tourney! Not so. Marco, you see, wants nothing more than to be...Max. He wants to do what Max does, say whatever Max says, and literally be Max. Like if he could occupy the exact same space that Max occupies, the moment Max occupies it, I think he really would. Marco is too young to play soccer on a team (for now). And he's too young imitate all of Max's moves (you don't want to know how many tries it took for him to plant his foot on the ball like that AND look up and smile). But guess what? Marco is drinking milk. And one day, oh one day my friend, Marco is going to kick Max's butt...maybe in soccer, maybe in Nintendo...maybe just right here in the family room. You watch.
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