We live in a divided house. Our state has two main football teams. Whereas I root for State, my dear husband roots for the BAD team. We also happen to live in the Home Town of said BAD team. Since my son could talk, I have dutifully taught him about the magnificent wonders of State, and recounted all the horrors of the BAD team.
I admit it, I may even have taken advantage of the fact that his favorite color happens to be State’s color. Hey – when you are in enemy territory, you have to pull out all the stops. Continue reading “Learning to Stand”