Two Sundays ago, it was Superbowl Sunday.
To get it out in the open right away, I rooted for the Steelers.
I told the boys about the momentous occasion. They seemed interested about it, but when it came time to sit down in front of the TV to bask in football delight, they opted to play PS2 games.
They were not, on the other hand, able to quite ignore their mother's intermittent yells. She was quite excited throughout the game and near the end of the 2nd quarter, their mother started to scream....and scream....and scream. (If you were watching as well, you would know why.)
"Go. Go! Oh, my gosh! GO! No way! Run! RUN! Woo-hoo!"
Sleepy and Happy were quite confused about what could possibly make their mother scream in such a way and were a little worried about her.
They sat down with their mom and Doc to watch the football game.
When there was another amazing touchdown taking place, their mother began to scream again. Doc's ears began to bleed.
During his mother's excitable fit, four-year-old Happy reached out and rubbed her back in order to soothe her.
Along with the screaming, came laughter.
Next time, in order to not frighten my little boys, I will probably have to gag myself.
To get it out in the open right away, I rooted for the Steelers.
I told the boys about the momentous occasion. They seemed interested about it, but when it came time to sit down in front of the TV to bask in football delight, they opted to play PS2 games.
They were not, on the other hand, able to quite ignore their mother's intermittent yells. She was quite excited throughout the game and near the end of the 2nd quarter, their mother started to scream....and scream....and scream. (If you were watching as well, you would know why.)
"Go. Go! Oh, my gosh! GO! No way! Run! RUN! Woo-hoo!"
Sleepy and Happy were quite confused about what could possibly make their mother scream in such a way and were a little worried about her.
They sat down with their mom and Doc to watch the football game.
When there was another amazing touchdown taking place, their mother began to scream again. Doc's ears began to bleed.
During his mother's excitable fit, four-year-old Happy reached out and rubbed her back in order to soothe her.
Along with the screaming, came laughter.
Next time, in order to not frighten my little boys, I will probably have to gag myself.
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