After seeing the Nutcracker in Munich, I asked Everett what he thought of it. He said something to the effect of “I’m a 13 year old boy, and the ballet is not my thing.” – Still, he sat very well and was polite and respectful.
So when we got home I told Wyatt I thought we needed to hit a Jazz game or two. You know, try some things the teenage boys might find fun and exciting.
So we went to a game.
And the tickets we got (randoms off KSL) included a meeting of the Jazz Bear. So that was an extra level of fun!
When the game was over I asked Everett what he thought of it, and he pointed out that he hates basketball, and it really wasn’t his thing.
Sometimes you just can’t win.
