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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Fully Invested

We don’t live that far from a university stadium, one where on the odd Saturday in the fall football is played. El Guille, being old enough now to see a game on TV, and hear it through the open windows, has been quite fascinated by the process. He’s been asking me to go to a game. Part of me is thrilled, finally there’s someone in this family (besides me) who loves football and is being raised right and blue. The other part of me realizes that he could never, under any circumstances, stay for four hours at a football game. I take that back, the right circumstances would be 50 yard line tickets, a bouncy castle, access to all the train track and race car toys, popcorn, cocoa, and a TV that’s playing the Backyardigans or Guitar Hero. I'm pretty sure that's also what it would take to get Other Half to a game.

I toyed with taking El Guille down during the 4th quarter, thinking I might be able to slip in and catch the last few minutes; all of the feeling, none of the time. In the meantime, I was folding the K-2 of laundry so I let him out to play with his friends. We check the front of the house every 15 minutes or so, but it’s not uncommon for all the kids to go around the buildings. By the time 4th quarter rolled around, they were all engaged in serious play on the lawn so I didn’t bother with the escort down to the stadium. “Next week,” I told myself.

That’s why today, when I spoke with my neighbor, and she said that she had seen a police officer walking towards our houses from a block away with a little person, someone who looked like El Guille, my heart started beating very fast.

I guess El Guille read my mind, but took the initiative.

He walked the several blocks to the stadium, the one where sixty-five thousand people spent their Saturday afternoon. Since the suspect isn’t singing, all we know is that he was escorted by a police officer back to our neighborhood. When my friend saw him with the fuzz, El Guille looking very glum indeed, she called him by name. The officer asked my friend if she knew El Guille, and while they were engaged in conversation, he took that opportunity to escape as fast as his legs can carry him (which is pretty fast.) He ducked into our place and we were none the wiser.

We had absolutely no idea.

No idea until my friend told us today.

Yeah. I mean, I’m all for free range kids, but maybe taking yourself to the football game, with the cars, and the trucks, and the tens of thousands of people, when you’re all of four years old isn’t the best idea. He’s upset because he was pretty sure we’d never find out (so he told us.) Well we did find out, and he is sooooo grounded.

My stars…

25 comments:

b. said...

Oh my heavens! After he brought it up that morning, I had a full on conversation with him about how he wasn't going to the game, but how AWESOME it was that he could watch it on TV AND still be home to play with his trains (Gordon, he informed me) and cars and change the channel if he got bored.

What went wrong there?

i i eee said...

This story's kinda awesome. What a stinker.

Azúcar said...

Saturday:
"What did you learn at the safety fair?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers!"

Today:
"A police officer?"
"Yeah, but she was a stranger and I didn't want to talk to her."

I hear that, the fuzz seriously cramps your style.

cornnut32 said...

oh, the joy of four year olds who are fearless.

i think i'd like to be fearless like that again. :)

La Yen said...

I thought that Guille was healed. Good to know he is just sneakier. Lock up the Ice Cream and Chanel now...

Gritty Pretty said...

busted at age four...and running from a cop...and successfully escaping...and NOT talking to strangers. That's one advanced kid you've got. haha and teehee.

Britty said...

The part I can't get over is how he kept his lips zipped for a day. How did he do that? It really is scary when I think of all the near-catastrophe-experiences I've had. Someone is definitely watching over our crazy boys - thank goodness.

P.S. I know I am always referring to this, but Brandon and I watched Brady's birth video tonight and I got to see you in action holding baby Brady. Wish I could see you in person!

compulsive writer said...

El Guille just way passed up the knitting ladies as my all-time favorite BYU fan.

sue-donym said...

Ha! I could NEVER have kept anything like a secret from my parents. He's my hero.

fijiangirl said...

Wow! He is being raised right and blue. Sneaking away to catch the game and already running from the fuzz. I would have loved to see the look on his face when he realzied that you knew about the incidednt and he didn't say a word. Now you can really toy with him. "See son, I do know everything so you better always fess up to me because I will always find out!" Ha Ha

Tata is dying over here because we cut the cable and don't have any games. He has to pull an El Guille on game days... I am off the the store for something and ends up at a friends house watching the game. Boys will be boys!

b. said...

At least the safety fair wasn't a total waste.

I'll let the committee know we touched at least one little life.

Rynell said...

What a die hard fan.

They start younger and younger these days.

(I'm so glad all turned out well though!)

Geo said...

Perfect post title!

Rychelle said...

i hope you include that story in his college application to the Y.

TOWR said...

I quit doing naughty stuff yeeeeeears ago because I found out that you always get caught. ALWAYS. Even if your parents don't see it with their own eyes, some nosy Mrs. Kravitz neighbor will squeal on you. As El Guille learned the hard way.

The Bakers said...

Had I noticed him walking in with the fuzz, I would have had a panic attack and passed out right there. If I can't see my kids in the fully fenced backyard, it freaks me right out.

Justine said...

My husband takes the kids to the games using this formula:

the younger the child, the less important the game must be so leaving sometime after the $100 in concessions runs out won't be so painful. The more important/close match-up, the older the child must be so we can force them to stay the whole game.

That's why I got to go to the Utah game with him last year. Apparently, I'm the oldest child in the family.

Glad El Guille didn't get stolen by crazed BYU fans...

More Caffiene, Please said...

I love this post! I love that he just thought he'd head right on down to the game and check it out himself. At least you got your laundry done.

Marilyn said...

That is crazy scary. But so hilarious. I was totally picturing this little 4 year old marching himself down to the game and I laughed. Out loud.

Kalli Ko said...

like moths to a flame...

way to start young el guille

Azúcar said...

My mom heard this story and laughed, laughed, laughed, and laughed.

She said something about all the times I ran away when I was his age, sometimes younger, and the few times police officials assisted her.

I wasn't really paying attention...

April said...

My uncle did something similar when he was 4, but nothing as sporty. He just wanted a doughnut. I can't say I blame him.

Marge Bjork said...

me: No, Guille, don't do that.
Guille: What are you doing here? You need to go inside now and play by yourself.

KT said...

SCARY! One time when I was supposed to be babysitting my little sister she walked into the middle of the road, laid her blanket down and went to sleep. The neighbors found her and brought her back. Whoops.

Lucky Red Hen said...

Ah crap! And KT's story isn't isolated... that's kinda how I was run over by a car when I was 4 :)