Rob is watching the Tour de France. Again. This particular sporting event has graced our television every night for the past 17 days. It's funny how 17 days can seem so much like 37 years. Seriously, how long is this race? I feel like I will slowly grow old while emaciated men in spandex climb up mountains and occasionally get ejected for drug use. The scenery is nice.
Anyway, I got home from an author event tonight and sat on the couch next to Rob, who was paying rapt attention to the Tour and eating Thai chicken puffs, which are basically fried balls of curried meat.
He cleared his throat and I glanced over at him.
"Not that you care," he began, "but this is the hardest day of the Tour de France since World War II."
"They had the Tour de France during World War II?" This I would find interesting.
"No," he said. "I don't know...I'm just saying...it's a really hard day."
I made an impressed face and then looked up the Tour on Wikipedia (Source of All Truths). It turns out that since 1903 there have been 94 completed Tours de France. In 1939 Spain, Italy and Germany bowed out of the race due to the political unrest in Europe. The whole Tour was then canceled from 1940-1946, beginning once again in 1947.
"Eat your chicken puff," said Rob.
Jack is TWO!
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