My son reports that two years ago (when he was 4) he remembers watching the Olympics in Vancouver, but this show is completely different. His little sponge of a brain is taking it all in and leaving no time for boredom.
My husband's reason for being drawn in to the show is diametrically opposite--he is watching for clues to tell him if he needs to mute the volume or change the channel. His critical eye is evaluating each dance move, each drum beat, his finger poised and ready to save the innocent brain cells of his son.
Me? I'm sitting there, wondering what I can spin for a blog post. And then the boring-est part of all starts--the speeches. First some British guy, then the president of something. And wouldn't you know? From one of the speeches came the inspiration for this post.