Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Note to reader: I have posts started on our amazing writing workshop, secrets, and at least 3 other things, but for today, I must stop and say:

HOW 'BOUT 'EM COWBOYS?!"

I HATE football. I don't understand the game and have no interest in trying to. That being said, yesterday was Monday, and at our house that only means one thing for the season, "It's a Monday night party!" Our lives screech to a halt so Rojo can run to the nearest TV and hear those words that commence each game. The day is carefully constructed so he can be where he needs to be when those precious words are spoken.

Long about 8:00 he got hip to the fact that the game wasn't going to be over in time to cooperate with his bedtime. His bedtime being accurate is important to him (can you say perseveration?). He bellowed from down the hall, "Mom! Will you Google who wins the Dallas/Buffalo game?"

"I can't Google that, Sweet Love, it's not over."

"But MOM! I am going to bed at 8:30 and I need to know who wins before I go to bed!"

At age 11 we still are struggling with the concept of before and after.

"I promise to Google the score for you before you wake up tomorrow!"

We seemed to have an understanding but then the damn game got interesting.

"Mom, I cannot go to bed at 8:30 today. The Cowboys are going to win and there's only 2 more minutes in the game."

"But Rojo, sometimes 2 minutes takes an hour in football."

"But MOM! The Cowbows are going to win and the 2 minutes will not take an hour. Please let me watch the Cowboys win. Please let me stay up until 8:49."

He begged me to come watch the last 2 minutes with him, and I was so tired I accepted the oppotunity to stretch out next to him and pretend to watch through closed eyes.

"Mom! You cannot see the Cowboys win with your eyes closed!"

"They can't win, Rojo, they are too far behind."

"Mom! How many times do I have to tell you? The Cowboys are going to win! They are going to get a touchdown and the extra points. It will be 22 to 24 and then they will win 25 to 24. Mom, why do you not believe me?"

Well, I'll be damned if he wasn't right about the entire thing, including the time the game was officially over. He's turned me into a football fan, not to mention the fact that I'm totally flying his ass to Vegas with me ASAP!

8 comments:

Jerri said...

That Rojo is tuned into something we neuro-typicals can not imagine.

LOVE that boy. And you.

Michelle O'Neil said...

All smiles here for Rojo. Thanks for giving us a fix. I missed him.

Anonymous said...

The fact that this boy just continues to amaze us each and everyday is no accident. he was given to us for a purpose. He is gift.

Ziji Wangmo said...

OMG! Awesome - way to go Rojo - way to Go Carrie for alowing the extra football minutes!

kario said...

Yup, that boy is something, allright! Hold on to him, my dear.

Suzy said...

HE'S MY HERO!!!!!

Jenny said...

Too funny. Live it up in Vegas.

Deb said...

How is he with lottery numbers? Thanks for a much needed chuckle!