So I am totally in love with the Olympics. TOTALLY IN LOVE. I cannot stop watching. Anything and everything that is even slightly Olympic related...I am there. So the other night when it was pairs figure skating I was overjoyed. I plopped down on the couch and gave Nick an expectant look something along the lines of "OMG it's FIGURE SKATING!! The pinnacle of the winter Olympics!! YAAAAY!!" And he gave me a look along the lines of "REALLY? Figure skating? Men in leotards? Not interested" He then gets up to go work in the garage. A very manly thing to do. Way more manly that watching pairs figure skating. To which, I am like, these people DEFY PHYSICS what with their jumps and their twirls and their lifts! It is magic I tell you. How can you not watch?
So anyway, I judge Nick a little because I decide he is clearly being sexist against a truly amazing sport. I decide Henry is going to LOVE figure skating! The music! The jumps! The twirls! THE DEFYING PHYSICS! So I plop him down in his office and settle in to prove it is not something only women like to watch. I get totally sucked in to some amazing performance and then I hear it. The sound of pure joy. Henry is laughing. And he is laughing hard. He is LOVING this! So I look over at him. Expecting to see him glued to the TV. And you know what I saw? I saw his back turned to the TV. His toy in his hand. And he is smacking it. Hard. In the face. And then laughing hysterically at it.
So...the figure skating did not give him joy. The punching the toy in the face did. He is such a boy already.