Dear Livia,<\/p>\n
I once posted a comment on Facebook about one of my late-night ruminations. You had woken me up for a feeding and I needed a bib for you. The first one I grabbed was Marshall’s old Patriots bib, and my knee-jerk reaction was to put it aside because it was a “boy’s bib.” That was a ridiculous thought, of course. Why can’t a girl like football? So I joked that I was going to have to turn you into the world’s biggest Patriots fan to prove that I hadn’t succumbed to “princess brainwashing.”<\/p>\n
I don’t know if I’m up to the task. I’m not exactly a sports afficionada myself. However, I promise to teach you what I can. I will teach you, for example, to tell the difference between a hockey puck and a Ring Ding. That’s very important. I will also teach you that it’s impossible to guess the outcome of a football game based on which mascot could kick the other mascot’s butt. Armed with this knowledge, you will never pick teams for the office betting pool so foolishly. And though I don’t fully understand the rules of baseball, I will teach you not to ask questions in the middle of the game, because I’m told that’s annoying.<\/p>\n
Love,<\/p>\n
Mom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dear Livia, I once posted a comment on Facebook about one of my late-night ruminations. You had woken me up for a feeding and I needed a bib for you. The first one I grabbed was Marshall’s old Patriots bib, … Continue reading