You know how some people tell the same stories over and over almost every time you see them? Or they told you yesterday, forgot, and are telling you again today? But you can't tell them you've already heard the story because then the conversation comes to an abrupt halt.
If you've talked to me recently, I'm one of those people. But I don't care, I'm going to tell the story again.
The other day I was sitting on the computer and the TV remote was sitting next to me on the table. Holden was running around and playing. He walked up to me, reaching for the remote,
"Tee? Tee? Tee?" (he is an insistent fella)
"No Holden, I'm not turning on the TV."
"Tee? Futball! Tee? Futball! Futball!"
Shocked (and embarrassed because do we really let him see so many sports that he's begging to watch them?), I said,
"No Holden, we're not watching football today."
He toddled away, looking for a toy. And then the next night Tony held him as they watched my dear husband's beloved Yankees in game 5 of the ALCS before bed. Tony put him in his crib half-asleep clutching a baseball. Yes, he went to sleep with a baseball.
The sports obsession has officially begun.
