So yesterday, while Little Miss and Daddy were upstairs napping and I was cleaning, I flipped on the Olympics for Milo to watch because, well, they are the Olympics. He's never seen ski jumping or bobsledding or moguls. After a bit, Scott came downstairs and Milo started asking him questions about the Olympics:
"What are the Olympics? Where are they? What are they doing?" Those general four-year-old "I've never seen Nordic Combined" questions. As always, Scott answered these questions thoroughly.
After a bit, I take a break from floor scrubbing and snuggle in next to my captivated child. We watched luge for a few moments, then he turned to me and said, "I want to be on TV."
Immediately I irrationally flash forward to the moment when, in the interview with the proud parents of the Olympic Gold Medalist, they ask, "When did you know Milo was going to become an Olympian?"
I query, "How are you going to get on TV?" thinking he's about to reveal that he, too, wants to rocket down the side of a mountain in a leotard on his back, clinging to a tiny sled, luging with the big boys.
"I guess I'd just have to drive to Canada, right?"
It's just as well... there aren't any mountains in Iowa.
So, tell me what Olympic sport you have always dreamed about bringing home the gold in?