
Keith and Cole LOVE the story, "Where the Wild Things Are". I don't really understand why, but they do. For their birthday (more on that later) honorary Aunt Debbie brought them Wild Thing capes and a video of the story being read. Let me tell you, I've literally seen that 10 minute video 3,000 times in just 6 days.


Last night Cole was begging to watch it. Since I hadn't let him watch it all day, he thought he would try Brent when he got home. Normally, this tactic works since Brent is the most monumental marshmallow known to man when it comes to his children...


The conversation between father and son went like this:
Cole: "Watch Wild Things?"
Brent: "No, buddy."
Brent: "No, buddy."
Cole: "Watch Wild Things!" "No watch football!"
What does that tell you about our house and my husband? Technically, Brent was trying to find the World Series. But it's rare that anything besides football plays on our TV between Labor Day and New Years Day. Even little Coley knows that by now. Brent's concerned that Cole will begin to resent football and hurt his chances of future stardom. I'm not worried. I fully expect to have a house full of football fans while Ally and I hit the mall.











