football

On Thanksgiving Day my nephew Joshua, one of my sister’s twin sons, played football with Marlo for over an hour. Perhaps I should write it like this: “played football.” He’d toss her the ball very lightly, she’d sometimes actually catch it and then take off running in no particular direction. She’d scream, “Stop!” and, “Okay, GO!” and, “You’re going too fast!” All very appropriate calls in football. But then out of nowhere she started calling him Marcy.

“Marcy! Throw me the ball!”

Marcy? Marcy. That word somehow completely sums up this photo.