Sunday, February 01, 2009

Sorry, Bruce

my kid and husband have been camped out in the master bedroom watching some football game today and the first time I've seem my kid in hours, he ambles into the living room looking a little bummed.

"Is the game over?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, it's half-time."

"I think they usually have half-time shows, don't they? They have bands play and stuff."

"Yeah, it's just boring bands I've never heard of."

"Like who?"

"I don't know, there's some guy... Jerry Springberg or something."

"Bruce Springsteen?"

"Oh, yeah, that's the guy."

Labels: adventures in shitty parenting