Monday, February 15, 2016
The boys and I spent the afternoon celebrating the birthday of our friends George Washington and Abraham Lincoln with the Utah Grizzlies.
As usual, Tate checked out for a bit midway through the second period. When Curtis noticed that Tate had fallen asleep, he grabbed my phone and took a picture of him. For a second, I thought that Curtis was actually doing something nice—capturing a sweet moment and then maybe texting the picture to Traci or something.
The next thing I knew, Curtis had his finger under Tate's eyelid and was snapping a picture.
Rotten big brother.
Luckily, it didn't even faze Tate. He just keep on sleeping until the Grizzlies scored another goal. Then he turned on like a light bulb and said, matter-of-factly, "I had a little snooze."
It's a good thing he woke up. Otherwise, he would have missed a few more goals—and more importantly, a bunch of fighting. After the Grizzlies went up 5-0, the opposing team lost their cool a bit and the gloves came off and fist were flying everywhere.
"This was the best Grizzlies game we've ever been to," Tate said. "Because of all the fighting."
Happy Presidents Day.