Practice Makes Perfect
On the bright side, we are only six short months away from the 2007-2008 preseason opener.
P.Pie and I spent the game at her sister’s house. By halftime, the Colts seemed to have the game in hand and Gunslinger was getting rambunctious. In his defense, for a 2.5 year old, he’s got a good grip on the game.
“Run, run, run! NO! Don’t drop the ball!”
But, as I said, his attention span for the game was waning and he wanted to play. So we went upstairs to play.
After playing a few rousing rounds of Thomas the Tank Engine, I announced that he was the big winner. Our conversation went something like this:
ME: Woo-hoo! You win, Gunslinger!
Gunslinger got a serious look in his eyes, furrowed his brow and shook his head ‘no’ several times.
GUNSLINGER: No, you’re the big winner, Uncle Rob. I’m the little winner.
ME: Well, okay then; you’re the little winner.
GUNSLINGER: And you’re the big winner.
posted by Rob Barron at 9:39 PM
4 Comments:
Maybe he thinks "winner" and "weiner" mean the same thing? ;)
Hehe I love how kids are so literal!
I have a just-turned-3 daughter and she is the same way.
BTW, I am a mom of 2 1/2 month old twin boys and I still haven't slept (breastfeeding, so Daddy can't just do it at night)... but it is getting better!
We made it to 35 1/2 weeks and only 1 boy spent 5 days in NICU. I'm so excited for you and wishing you and "P.Pie" a very smooth delivery of healthy babies!
~Sleepless in Wisconsin
That's a great story. And, it's good to get in some good practice. Good luck when the twins show up!
You quit watching the Super Bowl to play with Thomas Trains? You're ready to be a dad. I was fortunate enough that my kids liked the half time show so I got to watch prince.
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