So I go to the store in the middle of the Indianapolis-San Diego Wildcard Playoff game to get a few things that were needed to finish dinner.
When I get back, I try to find out what's going on with the game from my son and his girlfriend. I wasn't expecting too much--I know neither one is really into football, but I didn't really expect what I got.
Me: So what's up with the game?
Clearly too much thought required from these two 20 year olds. Rephrase.
Me: Who's winning?
The Boy: Uhhh, not Indiana.
Me (looking at my son like he's an alien): Not Indiana?? (Indiana. Is this my son?)
The Girl (trying to help the boy out): South Dakota. (She was dead serious)
I couldn't hold it back. I didn't want to laugh in her face, but South Dakota??? Holy Crap!
My son looks at me. "Mom, you're going to twitter this, aren't you?"