Me to five-year old: "The women's basketball team is playing today at 2. Do you want to go?"
Five-year old: "Yes. Yes, I want to go."
Me to wife: Ok, so I'll take our oldest to the game and the youngest will stay here with you?
Two-year old: "I want to go. I want to go to basketball too."
There hasn't been a lot of opportunities for me to take both our girls out of the house and give my spouse an extended respite from the children. Trips to the playground don't last terribly long before the youngest begins to miss her mom. And activities requiring a greater time commitment risk full-fledged meltdowns with little prospect of enjoyment.
But there is the University of Maryland's Women's College Basketball team, offering over two hours of distraction without once netting a plea to return home.
We are very fortunate to be so close to an elite women's basketball program, particularly one that has done remarkably well at embracing its identity. Students may not show up to games with any regularity. Kids do and are welcomed. The line for Rita's was ridiculously long this afternoon.
With all the kids and all the activities, there is no issue about staying to the final whistle. And hanging out for the conclusion of a fifty-point blowout was rewarded first by an Essence Townsend basket and then, moments later, a field goal from Sequoia Austin.
