Yesterday we were watching the Cardinals in their dramatic, clinching drive to secure a spot in the Super Bowl. My husband was glued to the action, I was reading a book, and the kids were kinda-sorta watching while doing various other things.
The game concluded and celebration erupted on the field with a blizzard of red and white confetti. One of my children looked up from the kitchen to see one of the players being interviewed in the midst of the chaos. He was overcome with emotion and was obviously crying. "What, is he crying?!" she said with obvious shock in her voice. She appeared confused. I was collecting my thoughts and before I could even begin to respond, she shook her head slightly and said with disgust, "I guess I'd be crying too if I had to clean that up. That confetti is a mess!"
My heart swelled a little. This child clearly got an extra large serving of my DNA.
18 hours ago