We had a rousing Super Bowl party yesterday with friends from church. Almost thirty people flowing through the house, endless chips and dip and chili, cheers and groans galore. We even had little mini cupcakes with Packers and Steelers logos. It took up our entire afternoon and evening, carrying the kids right to a late bedtime.
This afternoon, M was in karate practicing throwing balls with his master. “Like a football,” his master told him. “You watch the Super Bowl?” “No,” M said, face blank as though he had no clue what his master was talking about. Which makes me wonder: what exactly did he think was going on yesterday?