I just want to say that my Fantasy Football team breeds champions. Two years ago I had Aaron Rodgers… he won the Super Bowl that year. Last year I had Eli Manning… he won the Super Bowl. This year I had Joe Flacco… and he won it this year. Coincidence? I think not. With that said, I got my Superbowl pick wrong… again. Not only that, but I missed a lot of the commercials because I am so used to not wanting to watch them. Plus, I had a kid running around this year. Cason made me miss a good part of the game because he kept trying to go up the stairs at our friend’s house.

Speaking of Cason… I will admit to being a bad dad. The house we went to is pretty big, and keeping track of him started becoming a nuisance, when all of a sudden, it hit me! We had Super Bowl balloons at the house. So I took one of those bad boys, and clipped it to the back of Cason’s shirt. That way, I could always keep track of him. I would just have to find the floating balloon. Brilliant! It was working very nicely, until around the time the lights went out at the Superdome. I had no idea where he was, and Kinsey was playing with make up with the girls in the bathroom. Weird, it’s the biggest game of any sport and Kinsey is missing it. Why? Because Beyonce had already performed.
That was the only time the girls actually sat still in front of the TV. Anyways, I am looking for the balloon, and cant find it. I walk toward the dining room area, and find a frustrated Cason. See, my friends just moved into their home and have not set everything up yet. There is normally a table right  beneath the chandelier, but this time there was a Cason, looking defeated, with his hands to his side, his little shirt showing his belly because the balloon had pulled it up, head slumped down, pouty face on, and just kicking his little feet like he was pouting. His world became a circle that he could not get out of. He didn’t cry or anything, but I did feel like the worst dad ever. So my million dollar baby balloon idea is probably not a good idea after all.