When one says, “a little off the sides” one means just that. Instead, we got a LOT off of ALL sides. Hopefully, he isn’t Samson and doesn’t lose all of his strength and wisdom. That said, I can see his face! Who knew?
(This may also mark the end of the fifth grade girls following him around, which he described as “annoying.”)
SETTING: Super Bowl, half time show, our living room. Couches, chairs, 150,000 kinds of fattening dips, chips, wings, things, spent bottles strewn about.
TELLIE: Beyoncé.
L: “I’d put a ring on that.”
Guests: (crickets.)
M: “So would I.”
Featured, a custom designed house with an interior tree and a post-apocalyptic buttress. By L.
I played a game of chess with L the other day and… I won! Checkmate! Woooooo hooooooo! He looked incredulous (appropriate, as I can’t beat him).
I recounted my victory during our annual Super Bowl party and all of the adults said, “way to go. You’re showing off about beating your second grader at chess? You are awesome. Get some help.”
Gotta laugh. Especially at myself. (L did not lose graciously or gracefully.)
Next: Losing.
My Kid Wears A Gas Mask 