...competitive.
It's really easy.
My oldest son loves sports of all kinds.
He's very dramatic when he watches "his teams" play. It's comical and I love spending time with him in those moments, even though I have to say things like, "don't yell so loud! It's eleven o'clock and the neighbors are sleeping!", or "Your sister is in bed, you're shaking the whole house jumping around like a lunatic."
The other day I was sitting on the porch and he comes running outside excitedly.
OS (Oldest Son): "I'm watching the USA in fencing!"
Me: Cool. (clearly not sharing in his enthusiasm)
OS: They're winning 2-0!
Me: Awesome.
OS: runs back in the house
Me: (to my mom on the phone) OS is watching fencing.
Mom: Oh I should by him and MS swords!
Me: You've GOT to be kidding me! pause Oh my God, Mom! He's cheering like he's watching a basketball game! He's yelling directions at the TV and everything! (mind you I'm still sitting on the porch and he's in the back of the house)
Mom: hysterical laughter
OS: (from in the house) Yeah boy! Get him! YES! YES! YES! (comes flying out the door) THEY WON! USA WON! Now I'm going to watch water polo.
Me: blank stare
Being the parent of a competitive athlete is always entertaining.
~Kim
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