Supercar Sunday

Last weekend, Casey and I joined millions of Americans 

in the celebration of Superbowl Sunday.

For some die-hard fans, the Superbowl is the pinnacle event

of the year, the culmintaion of everything that they believe to be

right and true in the world.

For us, the game is nothing more than an excuse to sit on the couch,

drink beer, and stuff ourselves with food that has so much cholesterol,

you can actually hear your arteries screaming in protest.

This year, we spent the Superbowl at our friends' house.

Matt and Vanessa were equally apathetic about the game,

but I think the general consensus in the room was that 

we were rooting for the underdog, the Arizona Cardinals.

While we watched the game (or, rather, ate chicken wings),

Their son, Jude, showed Orin all his toys. 

Jude's Leap Frog station was pretty cool,

but his red car was Orin's favorite.

Orin figured out how to scoot around on it

in about 3 seconds.

After that, it was all he wanted to do.

Needless to say, the Cardinals lost,

(so often the fate of the underdog)

but it was a good game, so I don't think anybody cared,

especially not Orin, 

who was too busy pushing the car around to notice.

The following day, Casey and I were talking about how 

much Orin liked Jude's car, and decided it was time that

we bought him a vehicle of his own.

Casey found the perfect one: a bulldozer.

It has an ignition, a horn, and (of course) a movable bucket.

It also lights up and flashes every time Orin moves. 

You can't possibly understand how annoying this is, but Orin loves it.

Oh, and best of all, it is apparently quite tasty.