I’ve mentioned our tiny, little interest in Tar Heel basketball before.
Peanut being able to recognize the Carolina mascot and call him “Ramie” (for Rameses) was okay.
Peanut being able to say Roy for Coach Williams was okay.
The video we got of peanut echoing the Tar Heels chant (that we practically sent to every Tar Heel we know) was okay.
Tonight, we just rushed him through bath and bedtime stories so we could watch the game at 7:30, which would have been almost okay…except I just caught the hubby singing “I’m a Tar Heel born, I’m a Tar Heel bred and when I die I’ll be Tar Heel dead, so rah, rah, Carolina-lina, rah, rah, Carolina-lina, rah, rah, Carolina-lina, we don’t like Duke*” as a lullaby to peanut.
We might have crossed a line.
*Our cleaned up version of the lyrics for peanut.
**I also promise that this will not become a Carolina sports blog…we’re just a little distracted these days. Go Heels!