I found a Spice Girls CD in a box the other day with some other items of my daughter’s earlier years. I was able to embarrass her greatly with this artifact. Okay, only a little; she knows my tricks. She’s Smarty Spice, my little math whiz, and thankfully doesn’t care that Beckham is married to Posh. (I repeat my prediction that he is moving to the US next year, as he attempts, like Pele before him, to raise US soccer’s profile.)
Last night, my non-Sporty spice girl asked me to stop on the Univision replay of the Italy-Australia game so she could hear what Spanish she could recognize. (Spanish is the main second language taught in NYC public schools, which makes sense. My 5 years of French serve little beyond the occasional menu reading.) And Hector at the deli even knew that the referee in the game was prone to bad calls; the game-ending penalty call was atrocious.
My daughter and I can't watch Spain and France together today on Univision. What is pelotta in French anyway? But I REALLY want to skip work to catch Brazil v. Ghana.