This fat little toodler doesn't seem at all bothered whether I catch the egg or not. Just before the egg was thrown he had become transfixed by something else. A sand-coloured Cocker Spaniel with something in it's mouth. It's wasn't a bone but it does rhyme with 'bone'. It was a phone.
Someone in the crowd had dropped their phone. The Cocker Spaniel had picked it up and fat little Daniel Blatter had noticed.
He tugs at his father's leg but Des Blatter is too busy watching the egg travel through the air. Des puts one hand on his son's head with a certain firmness Daniel has learnt to mean "Do not bother daddy with this. Daddy is busy." Daniel quickly turns his attention to the falling egg.
I catch the egg.
The crowd cheer.
Daniel forgets about the dog.
The competition continues.
He tugs at his father's leg but Des Blatter is too busy watching the egg travel through the air. Des puts one hand on his son's head with a certain firmness Daniel has learnt to mean "Do not bother daddy with this. Daddy is busy." Daniel quickly turns his attention to the falling egg.
I catch the egg.
The crowd cheer.
Daniel forgets about the dog.
The competition continues.
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