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“Am not.” He says with a pout that matches Julian’s. Once Larry reaches the bottom of the stairs, he heads over to the dogs dishes and they stand by with their tails wagging ferociously. He and the boys scoop food into each of their bowls and they wait for the go ahead to be able to eat. Their dogs are well trained, and they never eat unless they’re told they can. “Okay, guys.” He says after a moment and the dogs swarm to their bowls, scarfing down their food as though they haven’t eaten in days.

And he knew that was untrue because the boys had a habit of feeding them the tenants of their plates. Once the dogs are done eating, he releases them into the yard and laughs softly. “Alright, Renee should be here in a bit. And there’s a pizza on the way. Mom and I are gonna go out for a while, so be good.” He brushes his fingers through Julian’s hair as he goes over to grab a few paper plates and napkins for them when the pizza eventually arrives.

       Julian giggles at Larry’s explanation, and nods, before walking over to the couch and drops down onto it with a yawn. “Okay, daddy – we’s always good though.” He states, while turning his attention towards the television and watches a diving play at the bottom of the ninth for the Boston Red Sox, which ended the game and sent Sox into immediate bouts of fruitless c e l e b r a t i o n mode. “Yay, they won!” Juls exclaims excitedly, while lying flat along the couch.

After the ending of the game, and the interviews, the station immediately tunes into another game – so Julian’s attention was thoroughly captured for the time being, as it usually was when it came to baseball. The little boy loved when the baseball station was put on, simply because he knew that he’d get to see many different teams playing the game that, even at a young age, he had grown to love. Every now and again, he’d have some sort of sport related outburst, clearly showing his displeasure in some of the plays of which he couldn’t even begin to u n d e r s t a n d.