Our 6 year-old daughter has become a big sports fan. We limit tv to no more than 30 minutes a day, but throw out the carrot of some basketball or football on the weekend for good behavior during the week. The kid eats that up. She's also fond of flipping through the sports section every morning while she has her breakfast.
One of the teams she has started rooting for the past few weeks is the Virginia Tech...Hoagies.
She's also fond of the Colts, mainly because one of her uncles has been a season ticket holder since the year before Manning. Uncle lives in Indy with aunt & cousin. They sent our daughter a Colts shirt that arrived this afternoon. She took one look at the shirt, and these were her first words:
"Dad. It says 2009 AFC Champions. But it's 2010."
"Well kiddo, that's just the way they do it. Most of the regular season was played in 2009, so they get to be champions of the 2009 season."
Blank stare.
"But Dad, they won the game in 2010 so they could go to the Super Bowl. So they should be 2010 champions."
And you know what? She's got a point.
Finally, Mrs. was working late tonight, so the kiddo and I hit up a local pizza establishment for dinner. As we were enjoying our slices of pizza, How Low by Ludacris (pride of the ATL, yo!) came on. When the song got the the part of the chorus that sounds like someone on helium, she turned to me and exclaimed, "Dad! That's Alvin & the Chipmunks!"
I snarfed.