The dear darling diva I live with informed me yesterday, after the game was over, “I’m a Broncos fan.”

I bit my tongue until I was certain blood was running out of the corners of my mouth.  Then I took a deep breath, counted to 328 and said, ever so sweetly, “Now, just why is that sweetheart?”

I think she could tell that I was traumatized by her statement.  But she’s going through a bit of a rebellious stage these days.  And now that I’ve mentioned that, don’t you think seven (7) is a mite bit young for rebellion???  I mean really.  I have been mentally preparing myself for the teenage years, knowing what girls can be like and all.  But 7??  That just seems harsh.  Where did my sweet, agreeable, go-along-with-anything-mommy-says little girl go?  Most days all I hear around here is this:  “People are free to have their own opinions mom.”  Which, to be fair, are exactly the words I have been saying when we discuss why someone would want to have a Republican point of view.  And, in all fairness to me, I attempt to say this in the least snide, most non-biased, absolutely most tactful and definitely most mature tone of voice I can muster.  (This is snark and satire, pure and simple, if your snark-o-meter is not turned on.  I am playing at being tongue-in-cheek.  And that’s no reference to the blonde bimbo at Faux News who made the statement to children everywhere that “Santa is just white.  He just is.”  Jesus Mary and Joseph I digress.)  As I was saying writing, of course I don’t mock Republican viewpoints when we discuss life, politics, the state of the world.  I am very, very careful so as not to raise her with the bias that I have.  I figure she’s got enough issues caused by me already to land her in therapy when she’s 25, she doesn’t need to hear my voice with bias in her head.  Just needed to make this all clear.

Anyway, I’m sincerely hoping this is a fad.  A phase.  A “want-to-be-like-Grammy and Aunt Becca-moment” that will ultimately pass as quickly as it came on.  Because Lord love a duck, I don’t think I could stomach living with a Broncos fan on the premises.

Though, as I mentioned at the start, it could have been worse.  She could have said “I’m a Republican.”

That would have sent me over the edge I will admit.  So thank the Universe for small favors, eh?