After losing the on going battle with 2IC and the kids for footy, they have attended several matches with him and he has converted them to semi-hypnotised believers in all things ovoid and testosterone driven; shame really I thought I had that battle won. Saturday proved that not every thing revolves around the game of Neanderthals, as 2IC scored a ticket and as I was not teaching off he went ALONE to the celebration of the unskilled. Meanwhile the kids and I played about inside and out, and it was not until later that Miss 11 thought to watch the match on TV and then only between PC games and outside games with her brothers...who could not have cared less really.
When 2IC finally arrive home, the kids were a bit more excited and thrilled but not to the extreme...playing the theme song over speakers in the backyard on Sunday was really, really daggy and did not have the disired effect on the kids.
So in effect, I win, footy has lost, they are not swept up in the silliness of it at all.
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