During our trip to Steamboat Springs, Marc and I entertained the idea that maybe Seth would show such promise and genius on skis, we’d have to move to Colorado so he could pursue Olympic aspirations. After 10 minute of skiing, or trying to get Seth to do so, we realized he, like us, is a mere moral. Our hopes were dashed.

We’ve watched a bit of the Olympics. Seth is very interested in the snowboarding and skiing competitions. And we have watched a few seconds of the curling competitions.

Frankly, I just don’t understand how curling snuck its way into the Olympics. What’s next? Men’s distance spitting? Would men chew tobacco and get points on how far they can spit and how it lands? Would they get style points? Would they be tested for steroids?

At the rate things are going pooping competitions may not be far behind. Hey, my child can produce vast quantities of poop, ON COMMAND. Maybe we have an Olympic hopeful after all.