“Mom, Mom, so do you think the Packers will do better this year than last year,” he asks, as he plops down on my bed.
Looking up from my makeshift desk in my bedroom at our cottage: “I don’t know, honey. I’m really trying to get this article done.”
“The Packers are really good. But they haven’t won’t a Super Bowl since you were about 27. Right?”
“I guess that’s right. They won when I lived there.”
“So have they only won one Super Bowl while you’ve been alive?”
A bit exasperated, concentration broken: “I guess so.”
“Wait, no. No. They’ve won three Super Bowls. The first, the second and the thirty first. You were born in 1968, right, so you were alive for the second. But you were still zero.”
Silence.
“Right, mom? Right?”
“Hmmm, that sounds about right.”
Wait a minute. I’ve been around for almost as long as the Super Bowl? Ack, that’s depressing!
The other day a high school friend came to visit and I found myself explaining to my kids that I had known her for over 25 years (for the record we met in JUNIOR high). All three of us were pretty shocked at that revelation!
I am still marveling that your young boy knows all that info about the Superbowl to begin with.
Come Mom! Start pulling for the Steelers! It does a body good. 🙂