Tonight I exercised one of the perks of my job and took Pitcher, Prankster and a friend of Prankster (we’ll call him FOP) to an Indiana Fever game. I’ll admit that for all my support of Girl Power this is the first WNBA game I have ever attended. Okay, it’s the first one I’ve ever even watched.

Pitcher and I sat and watched the game, and it was good. Our story is not entertaining. We were sitting behind the goal and at the beginning of the game, a lady came around with a trash bag full of those long, skinny balloons and told Prankster, FOP and Pitcher they could take as many of them as they wanted. These are meant to be waved when the other team is shooting in an effort to distract them. Telling my kids that they can have as many as they want of anything other than vegetables is a mistake, as demonstrated when Prankster and FOP ended up with about 15 balloons.

Throughout the rest of the night they tied those balloons into flowers, hats, and a long rope. The value of the tickets was $14 each. The value of the balloons: I’d guess 99 cents. Those boys didn’t even realize the game was over at the end. Remember when it took so little to amuse you? (These days, it only takes my sister-in-law some scarves and headbands, but that’s a story for another day…)