Chris’s hot dog after insisting he wasn’t hungry.
I photographed everything.
At one point, Chris leaned toward him.
“You tired, Captain?”
“No, Dad.”
“Cold?”
“Nope.”
“Need water?”
“Dad…”
“What?”
“Watch the game.”
Chris laughed. “I am, buddy.”
Ethan pointed at him.
“No. You’re watching me watch it.”
Chris stopped smiling for a second.
Then Ethan turned back toward the field as though he’d said nothing important.
I took another picture.
By halftime, Ethan was exhausted but refused to leave.
“Ten more minutes,” he kept bargaining.
“You said that 20 minutes
