Oh my gosh, I SO did and it's going to be a long time until my youngest forgives me! This was one of those life moments when I wish I could have crawled in a hole and hid for a day or so, until the Colts had clinched their title, and the Saints were still the 'Aint's (sorry Mom and Keat) and I had regained my status as Best Mom On The Planet. So here's what happened ... William's 1st grade class had a Football Reading Super Bowl this week. Each child who read four+ extra books was invited to wear a jersey to school and participate in the Super Bowl. William achieved his goal and decided that Petrobas had gotten enough exposure and he really wanted a football jersey - and he was adamant about Manning "cause you know he's not the old man guy (Favre) mom, but he is gonna be in the real Super Bowl" - OK. Off we go to our local Modell's and pick out the perfect jersey a) for the Reading Super Bowl and b) for the real deal on Sunday. He looked so stinking cute heading off to school - jeans, turtleneck, jersey (jacket, hat, gloves, boots - it's really flippin' cold here). Alexander had a play date after school and I was really looking forward to one-on-one time with William. Home we come with his Valentine Day booty and all smiles because Friday is Wii day! No sooner are we in the house and he bursts into tears, "You bought me the wrong jersey, Peyton Manning is #18 not #10, see and it says NY right here!" (he was right, it does, see the picture). Now usually when he breaks out the crocodile tears it's a ploy to distract me from something or to get his way - but this was real. I felt so badly, he was such a sad mess. Apparently, someone at school let him know he had the wrong jersey if he thought he was 'all about the Super Bowl'. So, after big hugs and profuse apologies, I told him Mom's not really the go-to sports fanatic, and that next time anything relating to sports should probably be a Papa thing. We decided the Colts were the same color (sort of), snagged Andrew's athletic tape, turned the 0's into an 8's (easy peasy) and voile - except that I forgot the 10's on the shoulders and Papa noticed right off the bat -"William, who's jersey is that any how?" - Thanks a heap dude!
Anyhow, he seems to have forgotten for now, at least until game time tomorrow. And I'm sure the checkout girl at Modell's is still laughing - 'Hey yous guys, did ya see that mom who bought the NY Giants jerseys for her kids at $40 bucks a pop - what a maroon' - my bad!
oh yeah - Go Colts!
xoxo,
P
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