DIGGER! DIGGER! DIGGER!

Well I did it. I stepped outside of my cultural box and took Brevin to his first Monster Truck Rally. As the week went on and I shared with different people the plans for the weekend, there were varying responses. Looks of shock. Excitement as they have ALWAYS wanted to go. Smart remarks about mullets and rednecks.

I am happy to report that Brevin and I had a blast. While daddy was down the street taking in the symphony with his family (no I am not making that piece up) we were pounding on the glass chanting DIGGER! DIGGER! DIGGER!

Brevin was "so excited!" on our way to to The Dome, but once he saw it the tears came fast and furious. After about 15 minutes inside the suite, he let me take my coat off, still clinging to my leg. The noise of the trucks soon got his attention. For the next 15 minutes he sat on my lap in awe of what he was witnessing. Suddenly he wanted down and away he went. Down to the glass windows, pounding, cheering and saying things like, "CRASH MOMMY CRASH!" or "IT BROKE!" While watching him, I had a little education all my own. What was the scoring system? Who attends these? (Apparently 45,000 people on the coldest night of the year!) There are female drivers?

Brevin and I ended up being a little "primal" as we cheered on the flips, destruction and distance of these trucks. It was a late night for the standards of a 2 year old, but oh so worth it. The night ended well with some Sather humor in the van which almost resulted in me peeing my pants (thanks Bjorn) as I was laughing so hard.