He figured that one basketball game a year would give him a claim to the TV for a few hours even with Mommy home. He just didn't count on ME!
Well as soon as he got home it was Daddy! Daddy Daddy!
I wanted to wrestled, bathed, fed! The list went on and on as I hit Daddy like a little whirlwind.
By the time it was over Daddy had completely forgotten to watch one of the most epic Tournaments ever.
Oh well, not my problem!