Boy in bed much closer to 9 than normal tonight, though still the wrong side of the hour on a school night.
He’d been coloring in a few flags in his ‘World Flags’ binder him & Mom created last year. He was working on Italy and Portugal, last I saw.
Mom had read him a story or two but he requests the presence of Dad for one last question.
M: Dad
Dad: Yeah?
M: What’s Sweden’s second kit?
Dad: Is their first kit yellow?
M: Yeah
D: In that case it’s blue. Night.
M: Night.
These sorts of questions have been a theme since the World Cup.
Tonight it was Sweden, but it could be Sheffield Utd, Everton, Wycombe, England, or whatever team he has caught a glimpse of on the telly, in a magazine or in the matches he stages daily on the fertile pitch in his mind.