Later that evening, I sat at the kitchen table, this time on a chair, and began to chant about pants being on the ground. My oldest wanted to know what I was saying. He wanted to know if my pants were on the ground. He wanted to know why I was chanting 'pants on the ground'.
So after the twins went to sleep, I pulled out the laptop, loaded up YouTube, and found the video. He watched. He laughed. He wanted to know why the Vikings were saying 'pants on the ground'.
I knew that any answer should be age-appropriate, so I told him that Brett Favre heard it on a TV show. And Mark was satisfied.
This morning, my Mark woke up, walked down to the kitchen, and asked me who won last night, the Saints or the Vikings?
I told him that the Saints won in overtime, and that the Vikings lost. He thought for a moment and asked if he could ask me a question.
Okay, how do I explain 'overtime' to a five-year old? Think, think.
How did that football player get that pants on the ground video on our computer just for us?So I told him that it's on everyone's computer. Problem solved.
How did that football player get that pants on the ground video on everyone's computer?So I told him that he could put the butter on his bagel all by himself. And he could have juice instead of milk.