I’ve been suckered. It’s 7:59 p.m. and I’ve got two incredibly sleepy children next to me. But I made the mistake earlier of saying, “Hey, the Olympic opening ceremonies are on at 7:30. If you guys want to stay up late, you can watch it.” They, of course, took me up on the offer, and we started watching.
Before we began, I said to Adam, “Did you hear about the luger?” “No,” he said. “Look it up. But don’t say anything. I don’t want it a topic of discussion.” What was I thinking? Doodles and I had a huge battle when I turned off the TV when Tom Brokaw said, “The footage you are about to see about the death of Georgian luge slider Nodar Kumaritashvili is graphic.” We had no choice but to explain to them about the accident. Pie keeps asking over and over, “So he went off the quarters?” “The course.” “So he died?” “Yes, he died.” “How did he die?”
Let me move on by saying the (male) sportscaster is interviewing snowboarder Shaun White. Me: “Man, I wish I had a head of hair like him.”
Pie: “Him? That’s a guy?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Pie: “How do you know?”
Me: “I just know.”
Pie: “Are those two people [Sean and the sportscaster] married?”
Me: “No.”
So all this is happening, and I finally say to Adam, “What time, exactly, do these opening ceremonies start? I thought it was 7:30.”
He does a little zing zing on his computer and then laughs at me. “Coverage of the opening ceremonies start at 7:30. But the opening ceremonies don’t start till 9.”
Try telling my kids, “Nevermind! I was wrong!” So instead I have two already tired kids trying their best to make it up till 9. It’s not going to happen. But they’re giving it their all, although I predict Pie will be out in about 2.73 minutes.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1. No, the ceremonies haven’t started. But Pie wins the gold medal in sleep. One down, one to go!
