Trouble to come
So I was watching the playoffs this Sunday with Zoe, which happened to be the day the two “home” teams were playing (Giants for me, Steelers for Deb). I’ve been trying to make sure that Zoe becomes a fan of the right team, and coaching her to say “Go Giants, Go!”. And somehow she’s figured out (and I suspect some behind the scenes mommy coaching here) that she can totally get my goat by intead yelling “Go Steelers!!!”. And the more I try to get her to root for the Giants, the more enthusiastically she cheers for the Steelers (who of course aren’t even playing).
Later in the day, when the Steelers are playing I figure I’d at least give Deb a grin. So I lean over to Zoe and say in an obvious stage whisper, “Zoe, tell mommy ‘Go Steelers’”. And so she looks back at me, with a great big grin and yells at the top of her voice: “GO GIANTS!!!”
Deb just looks at me and says, “Boy are you going to have a hard time of it when she turns 16.”
