Go USA!

We've got Olympic fever around here!  As a result, we offered a goodly amount of time last night to the watching of the opening ceremonies.  And the Greek gods were appeased.
Commentary ensued. . .mostly explanatory narrative from the parents:


"No, those are not hobbits. . ."

"Scottish men wear skirts because. . . .I don't know if they wear underwear. . ."

"Those big pipes coming up from the ground are factories, not guns. . ."

"Nope, you may not jump on your bed like it is a trampoline. . ."

"I'm not sure how that guy called/texted her, if he's got her lost phone. . ."

"Yeah, it is weird that those teenagers kissed each other when they first met. . .probably not a good idea."

"I have no idea what those bowls are for?"

"There is no way that Kim Jong Il could have made 11 holes in one. . .even in his whole lifetime."

"Yes, they have to go through ALL the countries. . ."

Needless to say, this is a very abbreviated sampling of the various nuggets of solid fact (ex., "Kenneth Branagh is a famous British actor."), strongly founded speculation (ex., "I do not think that is the real Queen jumping out of that aircraft."), and occasional opinion (ex., "That big baby is creepy--as is glorifying socialized medicine.") that we were able to share with our children during our hostage situation family viewing experience.  But my favorite commentary came, of course, from the 6 year old, who was compelled to join in the exchange of quality information.  It came toward the end. . .when Sir Paul McCartney took the stage.

"This is apparently the part where the old people sing."