The national holiday that is Super Bowl Sunday snuck up on our child. He remained blissfully unaware that the reason the bagel store in town was selling blue bagels was for local Giants support. He thought they were practicing for the green bagels for St. Pat's day. (Another scary story)
That was fine until we announced we were going to a neighbor's for a Super Bowl Party. That's right. Whatever Costco sold on Friday night - it was there. The traditional mini franks, wings, 6 layer dip (what happened to #7?), chips, beer, wine... our friends throw great parties - and walk that perfect mix of company and food that makes everyone feel happy.
Here's a bit of role reversal. In my day the kids were sent to the basement to play with "toys" and told to stay away from things like pool cues, saws and anything you could plug in that wasn't a television.
Now the adults head to the basement for the huge tv, great sound and some fun. The kids (ages 3 - 8) ran the joint up stairs. They watched Wallace & Gromit, Batman, Scoobey Doo, and discussed the Hannah Montana 3-D movie that some of them had seen earlier in the day. Until the last 2 minutes, when, well, we all know how the game turned out. Cheering, screaming kids were suddenly on overdrive - and that's when we all realized it was 10 pm and we did know where our kids were - not in bed and seriously hyped up on brownies.
As a parting gift to all, I asked the kids what they should say to any question at school - for Monday only. They looked puzzled - and then figured it out. Go Giants! Go Giants!
That's right - after a few practice questions, they've figured it out. Have you brushed your teeth? Go Giants! Who's your teacher? Go Giants?
So this morning, our child is in line at the office for a late pass - (totally my issue) - and when the office secretary of all office secretaries says "Who's your teacher?", my little kid shouldered up and said (in a really soft voice) Go Giants!
He ended up with the late pass - but a story to tell his friends.
