This picture was not staged. Tonight when I was putting Tillie to bed she walked into her room carrying a football and insisted it come into the crib with her for the night.
That's not the funny/interesting/strange part of the story. I found it funny that she brought a football into the crib because Alex used to sleep with a football. His friends even referenced it in his high school yearbook, and when I met him in New York there was a football in his loft (as in lofted bed, not loft apartment).
I guess some things are just genetic.
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