If The Five-Year-Old ran the Superbowl…
The Five-Year-Old, changing into pajamas after staying up very late to watch the first half of the Superbowl last Sunday: “Mommyo, the Kitty Superbowl was today.”
Mommyo: “Oh? Who played?”
The Five-Year-Old: “The Patriots vs. the Autobots.”
Mommyo, curiously: “That’s quite a match-up. Who won?”
The Five-Year-Old, matter-of-factly: ‘The Autobots.”
Mommyo, sadly: “Oh, the poor Pats. They just can’t catch a break this year.”
The Five-Year-Old, reassuringly: “Oh, they won too. And the Chicago Bears. And the Auburn Tigers.”
Mommyo, perplexedly: “Huh. So how does the Kitty Superbowl work, exactly?”
The Five-Year-Old, didactically: “There are four teams playing. The same four teams every year. The game only lasts an hour, then it’s done or not time. Every year they play totally different, and every year they all tie.”
Mommyo, appreciatively: “I wish every football game had done or not time after an hour. Then I’d watch them all!”
The Five-Year-Old, enthusiastically: “Me too!”
- Reason #2491 why watching football is more fun with The Four-Year-Old (Caterpickles)
- Caterpickles Consults Grandpa: “Is the Auburn mascot a tiger or an eagle?” (Caterpickles)
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6 Responses to “If The Five-Year-Old ran the Superbowl…”
my daughter also thought that there was a kitty superbowl. But she thought the cats were playing the dogs.
I was a little surprised to hear that there were no actual cats playing in The Kitty Super Bowl too.
How cute! I think your little one might be on to something with that one hour done or not time.
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I know. I suspect the key to achieving it is to cut out all the commercials. While that would vastly improve my experience of the average football game, it would trim some enjoyment from the Super Bowl experience.
I think I would like a cat or dog Super Bowl better than a football game!
We watched Cats & Dogs over the weekend. Afterwards my daughter said it was the only time she’d ever wanted the cats to lose.