The other day I saw a disturbing sight. The little boy across the street had on a Boston Red Sox t-shirt and a Yankees baseball cap. I was so troubled by this I told Da Man that I was going to go have a word with the twerp, I mean kid.
"Take it easy on him, he's only 5!" he says to me.
"Five is old enough to know better!" I reply as I head out the door.
"Hey Opie!" I yell out. "Who dressed you this morning?"
Opie beams and admits proudly to dressing himself.
"But honey," I ask sweetly, "Why are you wearing that shirt with your lovely hat?"
"Cause the Boston Red Sox rules!" he shouts out at me.
I swallow the bile that comes up into my throat at such sacrilege.
"But you shouldn't wear that shirt with that hat!" I say.
"But you gave me this hat," he says.
"Yes, I know, but not to wear with that shirt. That's a dangerous thing you are doing little guy. It could get you badly injured if you were to show up in a NY or Boston street like that. I mean if you can't handle the awesome responsibility that comes with the wearing of this hat, maybe I need to take it away from you!"
Opie blinks and then laughs and says "Aw you're just kidding!"
Since Opie's Mom has now come out to join us, I smile and laugh and agree that I am just kidding. But I ask him not to wear the hat with the shirt as it would be disrespectful to both teams. Ok he says, with a big grin covering his adorable little face. He runs into the house. A minute later he comes back out wearing a Boston Red Sox cap with the Boston Red Sox t-shirt. Little traitor. I'm taking my hat back.