
"I'll look for Daddy."
Okay
"What color is his shirt?"
Blue
"LIGHT blue or DARK blue?"
Light blue
"Hmmmmm"
(thinks)
"And what kind of tattoos does he have?"
?????
Someone is no longer allowed to watch the evening news.
I grew up with a dad and brother who loved nothing more than watching sports. So, when I married Jack I felt very prepared. I don't start conversations during Game 7, I barely notice when he's yelling at a ref on TV and, frankly, I expect him to spent entire Sundays watching 18 holes of golf. I get it.
However.
Yesterday while taking a nap, I was awaken by screaming. Screaming. Like, Eli Manning just threw a touchdown pass in the final moments of the Super Bowl screaming. I ran into the room, certain that either (1) We had won the lottery, or (2) The Lakers had been given some kind of second chance against the Celtics, and had won. By one point. With a three point shot. In the last second of play.
Instead, I found Jack watching
a European
SOCCER match
(Written by my mother Susan Foutz, who would like to clarify that she actually has two brothers like no other ) If you lived in Arizona in t...