Super Goal Sunday

At first, K protested when Daddy turned on the football game. Partly because he had to turn off "Word World" (which, by the way, is the most educational TV show EVER, and K's current obsession) and partly because everything not officially G-rated scares K lately. He refused to watch the Pixar "Cars" movie, which I had been saving as a special treat for a sick day. The car race in the first five minutes of the movie was too scary. He even stopped watching one of his favorite shows, "Peep and the Big Wide World", because there was a scene where Chirp turned into a statute and it scared K. I told him to stay in the other room with me if he thought it would be scary, but he couldn't resist peeking and then complaining that he wanted Daddy to turn off the TV.

Despite the terrifying commercials, K started to enjoy the "Super Goal". I was so tired last night that I decided to let him skip eating veggies at dinner and just eat prepared stuff out of the freezer. He ate the last three gingersnaps as a snack, fruit and a soy corn dog for dinner, and his second (or third?) popsicle of the day for dessert. I told him that on Super Bowl day, you get to eat whatever you want for dinner.

After his popsicle, he decided to be brave and watch with Daddy for a few minutes. The VW commercial with the little kid dressed as Darth Vader was too scary because K didn't like his costume. (Naturally, K has never seen or heard of "Star Wars". I think he'd have nightmares for a year.) But he liked the "Captain America" commercial. JW explained that Captain American was a superhero and pointed out his shield. When the game came back on, K got bored and played superheroes for a while, announcing, "I'm Captain Amewica. Here is my pretend shield. Shoot me, Mommy! See? Your balls bounce right off my shield!" JW got him the lid of a laundry hamper to use as a shield. (Thanks to the other boys at school, lately K has been playing that he has a "shooter" and he's going to shoot the bad guys. I don't think he knows the word gun. I'm pretty sure he thinks that "shooters" shoot balls at people.) He liked the beginning of the halftime show, and asked if he could have a light-up suit like the dancers.

This morning K asked, "Is it still the Super Goal? Can I have cookies for breakfast?" Not until your birthday, kid.