Tales of Li'l Foot

On the way up to Maine last week, LFD was arguing with me about the size of my gas tank in my Honda Pilot. We were driving it at the time. Li’l Foot was asleep in the back seat. He swore up and down it is a 19 gallon tank. I swore up and down it is a 20 or 21 gallon tank. So I wagered a bet with him. Of course I had the owner’s manual at the ready in the glove compartment so we could check right away, but I had to make it interesting.

I bet him that it was a 20 or 21 gallon tank. What was I to get if I won the bet? I started out by saying he had to buy me my very own first Red Sox hat. He hemmed and hawed. He mumbled something about not caring that much. Then I upped the anty. I said not only did he have to buy MY first Red Sox hat, but he would also have to buy Li’l Foot one too. He wanted to draw the line. He tried to draw the line.

He bet me that it was a 19 gallon tank. What was he to get if he won? Well, that’s classified information. Sorry!

He eventually agreed to the terms of the bet. His one term on my winning though was that Li’l Foot’s hat had to be pink! I also told him that the next child we have he can corrupt as best he would like to try to believe in the Jets and the Yankees, but I know I’ll coerce that kid too, so his efforts are futile I’m afraid! Anyway, I’d like to think I just wore him down and he really saw no other way around it.

Anyway…I flipped to the page regarding capacities. Right there is black & white it said the tank capacity was 20 point some odd gallons. I WON! I WON! I WON! I might’ve turned to him without hesitation and said (very loudly as the baby was sleeping) “BOOOOO-YAAAHHHHHH!!!”

He had to pay up. We searched high and low for Red Sox hats. The closer we traveled to the coast with Pocklock, the more sparse the shops were getting. All we saw for the most part were antique shops and nothing that resembled a sporting goods store that would have what I needed.

We eventually stumbled upon a Olympia Sports and were able to buy the hats needed. And pfffft to the whole “pink” hat for Li’l Foot thing! She got one just like mine!!! BOOOO YAAAHHH!!!

So yesterday on our trip home we stopped at Cracker Barrel for lunch. I was wearing my much adored and coveted Red Sox hat. On the way out I walked out of the inside double doors as a young couple was walking in the outside double doors. I realized they were there and held the door. The girl wanted to hold the door for me but I insisted they enter while I held the inside door. So they started to walk in. As the girl walked past me, she turned to her boyfriend/husband and said, “See, Red Sox fans are so nice!”

BOOOO YAAAAHHHH!!!! I WIN!!! I feel so validated! Love it!

P.S. Please pray for me though. We are getting together with our friend, the priest that married us…and he doesn’t know yet. I kind of fear for my safety as he is a DIE HARD Yankee fan. Ruh Roh! LFD is all too willing to break the news to Fr. T. as you can well imagine!