When I was growing up, my folks loved watching the Olympics. They watched every night, from opening ceremonies for two weeks. I thought they were boring. I probably complained because - shudder! - we had just one television (and that was back when having cable meant having 13 channels).
I'm grown up now. I love watching the Olympics. I like the "walk of nations" during the opening ceremonies. I like the swimming, gymnastics, track and field, rowing and a lot of other sports I don't see more than once every four years or so.
I root for America a lot of the time. I also root for countries that win few medals. This year, we're rooting for India.
Meanwhile, our little 4-year-old angel wants to know when The Magic School Bus will be back on. She won't stop. We have three TVs in this house, but she needs to watch Magic School Bus where I happen to be watching the Olympics.
I know she is getting serious with her persuasion skills when she comes up to me, crawls onto my lap, looks up with this brown little eyes and says, "Is it almost my time for TV, Daddy?" She even bats her eyelashes a little.
So far, the Olympics are leading, but not by much.
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A rough life our kids lead...
We were just recently talking about sticking our second TV in the "someday" garage sale stack. It sits there completely neglected, hooked up to a VCR that doesn't play tapes and is only used as a tuner.
Then the Olympics happened. Leif thinks it is a special treat to go watch something on the TV in our room. However, there is no fast forwarding through commercials and he is forced to watch whatever we can find on the 99 channels we receive. (Whining ensues still even given the special nature of the bedroom TV.)
Life is rough I tell you.
Oh...
So that was you I saw wrapped around Niranjana's little finger the other day.
;-)
Cate's trained us to look forward to Arthur. Really, you should watch an episode. They are pretty funny to adults too (pop culture references).
V.