By halftime of Sunday's Patriots-Ravens game, the boys were bouncing off the walls. We had a few guests over, but no one was entertaining the kids. The adults were enjoying food, drinks, conversation and the game, but the boys seemed to be having a little less fun.
Matthew had been asking me for the past two hours to go sledding. During the AFC Championship game?!!!!!!! I've been waiting all damn week for this game!!!!! Yet I'm a sap for a cute face, so at halftime, I agreed.
"Okay, Matthew, let's go! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
He suited up in snowpants, boots, jacket, hat, gloves, and we hit the slope on the side of our house. Josh joined us a couple minutes later. It was actually pretty good sledding, and I had fun shoving the boys down the side of the hill. I was enjoying myself, even as my internal clock began screaming that halftime was nearly over. In fact, it was. The game had re-started and I was still outside.
I began telling the boys, "Okay, last run." Which was followed by six more pronouncements of, "Okay, this is the last one."
I was about to walk inside when my oldest, Josh, said the most amazing thing, out of nowhere, totally unexpectedly ...
"Daddy, you and Mommy are right. There is more to life than TV," he said.
Dumbfounded, I watched him for a few moments before muttering, "Like what?"
"Oh, you know," he said."Like playing with friends, and having fun with Mommy and Daddy."
This is a boy who has been banned from television during the school week. This is a boy who can recite every line of his favorite movies. This is a boy who absolutely LOVES the television. This is the boy who tells me there's more to life than TV.
So I stayed outside. How could I do anything else? I pushed him and his brother down the hill a dozen more times, and we had a great time. I missed the whole third quarter, but it was worth it.
I just hope all the snow melts before the Super Bowl. After all, a man has limits.