“What?” he said.
“Tonnor, Codd?” Ryan said cueing the error for André to process.
André laughed. “No, No, Connor, Todd,” he corrected himself. “You help Ry. No no, football.”
“What do you mean, Dad?” Connor asked.
“I think he wants you to help me understand football. I’m a novice when it comes to appreciation of this sport.” Ryan smiled warmly at André.
“Yes, yes, you tell him how,” André said enthusiastically.