Last Sunday night, we watched SuperBowl XLIV: New Orleans Saints vs. Indianapolis Colts. She was in the room but paying no attention whatsoever to the game. About half way through, she looked at the tv and exclaimed, “I’m cheering for Michigan!”
We live in Michigan, so at least there’s that.
On the other hand, I think she really does get it.
Sometime when she was about three she picked up a book and looked at the title. She showed it to me and said, “Mommy, the letters are all mixed up.” It was the first time she recognized letters making up words instead of just being part of the alphabet.
And sometime not too long after that, she was looking at a book and started to cry. When I asked her why she said it was because she didn’t know what the words said.
When she was four we were going to attend a preschool program at the library. It was free, but I wasn’t sure if we had to register or not. So earlier in the morning, I told her I was going to call the library to see if we needed to register. She replied, “You mean call a person at the library or call the library that can’t talk?”
Around that same time, she asked me why pants were called a pair when it was only one thing.
So maybe she doesn’t get football.
But I think she gets the rest.