My almost three-year-old son Reese and I have been watching Olympic volleyball. He loves it.
An Olympic side-note:
If your wife, like mine, makes you watch gymnastics, there is a simple way to get the channel changed. All you have to do is comment loudly, “Man, those gymnasts have amazing butts!”
Guaranteed channel change. You are welcome.
Besides watching Olympic volleyball, Reese has been to a few BYU Men’s volleyball games, and absolutely loves going. After the last game we went to, he got home and pulled his pant legs up so he had “shorts”, stood in the proper stance for a blocker and said, “I’m a volleyball guy! I am standing on the fence!” He has since learned it is the “net”. Later he told me, completely of his own accord, when he was older he was “going to play volleyball for Buy U!”
This caused his dad, who (rarely) played volleyball for “Buy U”, to swell with fatherly pride (and fatherly schemes). We will begin his training immediately. The first order of business is teaching him that when volleyball players have a quick huddle in the middle of the court after a big play, it is not called “a snuggle.”
He won’t have time to waste on things like school, books, tv, friends, and non-essential calories if he is to achieve his destiny to be the greatest volleyball player that ever lived.
What could go wrong? (See no. 5 in particular)