It’s a once a year event- the fact that we sit down in front of the TV and watch… football. Yes, for one day, even Serena embraces her Americanism and subjects herself to the raw glitzy commercialism of sport called the Superbowl. Mostly for the conversation, and the culture of it (as little as Serena would ever claim it as her own), and to do our democratic duty and vote on the commercials. Usually Serena does some sort of baking during the Superbowl. One year it was homemade biscuits, one year it was Creme Brûlée. This year we got completely American and ordered Dominoes Pizza and Frosty’s from Wendys, with a side of fries for Alexander. It was a royal, last minute affair when at 5:15 we hopped in the car to pick up our game-eats. “Are you ready for some football??” shouts Papa. The little giggly “yessss” from the backseat never quite mimics the enthusiastic “Yeah!!!” we were trying to train him to say.
Now, you must understand that Alexander absolutely loves French Fries. And in spite of the fact that this is indeed a very rare treat, if you drive through any kind of window and place an order, he’ll call out from the backseat “Fries!! Fries for Zahzah!” He was devestated when we stopped at McD’s during our Christmas day drive up north for a bathroom break and they were closed. “Fries are closed!” he repeats randomly at least a couple times a week. So we had to entice him a little bit. After we picked up the pizza we told him we were going to get a treat from a window just for him. In spite of all the clues we gave him, he couldn’t quite get it. He might have recognized the golden arches, but we don’t really do Wendy’s so he was still stumped until David actually placed the order. Then he just completely lit up, and we couldn’t get to the pick-up window fast enough. “Car go… Fries… go car!” he was calling as we waited out turn rather impatiently in line.
So we made it back with our thousands of calories just in time for kick-off. Alexander and Papa were so cute on the couch, Serena had to take a few dozen pictures and just so we don’t get our child taken away, we will note that this is only the second time in his life he has eaten in front of the TV (the other being Obama’s inauguaration), and he did eat a relatively healthy meal including vegetables to go along with his fries and a few bites of Papa’s pizza. Alex watched the game for a few minutes past his meal while we shielded his eyes from the “drama” of the commercials. We explained to him that the guys wear lots of padding so they can crash into each other, run a little with a ball, and line up to crash into each other again. He thought it was pretty funny… then he went to play with his people and trains until bedtime.
In all it was a good game. We flicked between House and the game during the slow parts, when our Cardinals were behind (we always vote for the underdogs), but tuned in for the dramatics of the fourth quarter only to be disappointed, but happily so for spending our time on something that actually turned out to be pretty good in the end. Besides, Alexander could use a little more manly grunting and sport in his life. And a little Football once a year does an American good.
Pizza and frosties from Wendys? Oh, my achin’ stomach! Nancy
Looks like great papa/son time and yes every boy needs at least one day of ‘football, grunting, pizza and french fries’. gma,gpapa
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