The perils of television...
Just before putting the boys down, I turned on the Angels-Mariners game. It was the top of the ninth inning, and the Mariners trailed by one with a man on first. Luke asked who our team was.
"The blue team is from Seattle. They're the Mariners, and I'm rooting for them. The red team is from Los Angeles or Anaheim -- it's kind of confusing -- and Uncle Mark roots for them."
Max agreed to root for the Seattle team. Luke was rooting for the team that was going to win. The batter, who had already hit two homers that day, smacked a long ball to deep center. The Angels' centerfielder jumped high and made a great catch, robbing the Mariners of the go-ahead home run and ending the game.
When I explained that the Angels won, Luke declared his affection for the Angels. I explained to him the moral perils of jumping on the bandwagon, but he would have none of it. For tonight, he's an Angels fan.
That night, we went through our usual ritual of saying good night.
Sleep tight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. Don't let the bedda bugs bite. Sleep with angels. Sleep with angels.
"No, sleep with Mariners!" said Max.
Wendy was folding laundry and watching a strange cooking show in which a chef went to Hong Kong and re-enacted a martial arts scene in which he fought bad guys. He was doing all that Hidden Tiger stuff like floating through the air. One of the bad guys brought out a sword and was whipping it around.
"I'm the guy with the sword," said Max.
"I'm the guy with the gun who dies everybody," said Luke.
"Me too," said Max.
Kids never cease to amaze me.ReplyDelete
My 5-year-old boy created his own game with the most convoluted bizarre rules, but it all makes perfect sense to him. It involves flicking other players fingers and a move called a "bounce", a special fly-away you can only use once and I'm still not sure how you determine who won. It seems most of the rules were created on-the-fly when he was about to lose (in true kid fashion). What was most surprising was that he could remember all of the rules days later. This tells me the game he created was very real in his mind, not just some whim. Fascinating.
While many times as a parent I have to steamroll the kids to get things done, I try to tread lightly and respect the things they value. I often find I'm the better for entering their world rather than always dragging them into mine.
Those little guys are funny, Bob. You can tell they have active minds; they're just not fully formed. But then, who of us can ever claim that?ReplyDelete
It's too bad it wasn't the Twins playing the Angels. Of course sleeping with Twins when you yourselves are twins dulls the point.
it's good that the kids have learned lifes MOST important lesson: Never bring a knife to a gun fight.ReplyDelete
P.S. Do I need to pick you up at the airport for RAWROD, or are you just riding your bike down to Moab?
I'm not going to Moab for RAWROD. I'm too out of shape.ReplyDelete
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I couldn't think of a homophone (I used to think they were called homonyms) for "it".ReplyDelete