Practice Makes Perfect

The Super Bowl is done, Manning and the Colts were triumphant and football is finished for another season.

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: I win!

ME: You’re the big winner!

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.

Yeah, he’s a character and he’s been my own personal 'daddy' Aberdeen proving grounds. The twins will owe a debt of gratitude to Gunslinger for putting me through my paces to be a good father.