Dear Mr. Largent

Will had an assignment in class to write a letter. They needed to write the letter and actually give it or send it to the person they wrote it to. I think a lot of the kids wrote their letter to a friend and handed it to them. Not our retro boy Will. He decided to write to his all time favorite football player, Steve Largent. He came home all excited to find his address on line and send it...like really send it...because his teacher said they HAD to give the letter to the person they wrote it to. So Mitch and Will found Mr. Steve Largent's address and put it in the mail. He even included his school picture with him wearing his Largent jersey. He wrote asking for an autograph. He knows its probably a long shot, but he's really really hoping he gets something back.
On a side note the boys helped out last night at the spaghetti dinner at church for Cadets. It was fun to see them in their gray shirts and yellow scarfs working so hard. Watching Will push the cart around asking people if they were done and picking up their dirty dishes was priceless. He did such a great job and that is really out of his comfort zone on so many levels. Sam, is so cute and generous, he came up asking if I needed him to get us anything else, because that's what they were there for, you know. He so happily went to get us ice cream and then came back asking again if we needed anything else. The poor boy did all this while wearing much too tight jeans I might add. His jeans in the dryer were all still pretty wet, I forgot to start it on time. He was left with one pair that he could barely and I mean barely button them. I had to button them for him and then they popped open a couple times. It was really quite comical. He's growing like crazy I tell you. He endured and he couldn't have been comfortable. Towards the end he came up to me and whispered he really had to go to the bathroom but didn't think he would be able to tuck his shirt back in and re button his pants. I told him not to worry about it and just leave his shirt out, oh was he ever relieved. Those jeans will NOT be going back in his drawer. My boys are growing up!