We were in the local newsagents, buying bread. The bloke behind the counter asked DS 5 if he liked football. A nonchalant meh noise was made. A FIFA 2018 World Cup sticker book was produced. DS looked round at his dad, all confused. Dad's eyes had lit up, his mouth wide open, bread clutched slightly too tight.
Please help support me through this difficult period. The cost of stickers. The endless pile of swaps. The frustration as the tournament grows closer. The investment he's already made, justifies the further cost. The fear that sets in when he thinks he might not complete the book. The unconvincing "it's alright" when DS puts one of the stickers in for him upside down and in the wrong space. Please. Help. Me.