I had a few lucky years where Paige liked to go to sports with me. Not any more.
I took all the kids to the Utes basketball game last night. Surprisingly, Paige happily agreed to go. But her tune changed once we got there.
The game hadn't even started by the time she walked over to my seat and said, "I hate to say this, Dad, but I regret coming here."
Luckily she brought her sparkly birthday purse with her. She pulled out her little journal and started writing. Over her shoulder, I spied this sentence:
"I'm at the Utah Utes game right now and it's sooooo boring."
She cheered up when I let her use my phone at halftime to do some Dutch lessons on Duolingo. (The girl loves to learn.) By the time the Kiss Cam showed up on the Jumbotron, I think she was actually having a good time.
Tate, on the other hand, had a great time throughout. After every single basket, he asked me what the score was and who was winning. After every. single. basket. I think I've found my new sports buddy.