I whiled away a glorious fall afternoon (70 degrees in Michigan!!!!!!) on the sidelines watching Shelby Wildcat football. #21 in white would be an especially close relation of mine. You might have seen him referred to around here as Child #2. This would be right before he made an incredible defensive play that I did not get on film.
My evening was spent cheering on the hometown Detroit Tigers in game 4 of the American League Championship Series. At least I think I did, considering we are in a rain delay as I write this... and it is not currently raining. This picture is from game 4 of last year's ALCS, when I was lucky enough to get a seat in the nosebleeds.
Edit: Major League Baseball apparently delays games for rain when it is not actually raining. Game 4 is scheduled for Thursday afternoon... when there is a 90% chance of rain in the forecast.
In between the game and the game, we had pizza for dinner. I feel rather certain that I've mentioned Norman's penchant for Crazy Bread before today. Well, he was up to his old tricks (above) when my younger daughter mentioned, "This would be really good on video." Wouldn't you know it? My camera can easily switch from still to movie, so...
(Feel free to leave the sound off.... all you will hear is the pregame prattle on TBS)
For whatever reason, Norman is either incapable or unwilling to move forward while his head is encapsulated within a Crazy Bread bag. He also avoids help, so we just sit back and giggle at him. Don't feel too sorry for him. He did this twice more within the next hour. I figure if he wanted to learn a lesson, he would have done so by now.
"All of this ridiculousness could be avoided if you would just allocate a serving for Norman and put it on a plate like you do for the rest of the family."
We will return to Kittenpalooza tomorrow.