I knew the PEZ family’s morning ritual of kiddie cartoons (Barney, Backyardigans, Big Comfy Couch, Four Squares, the list is as endless as it is mind-numbing) would be interrupted during Tour time, as my daughter and I fought over control of our big screen tv. I’d be up at 6:30 PST (or earlier) to see the stages live from France and baby would join me about an hour later.
Being just two and a half, not even Phil and Paul could hold her attention for long, which usually meant I was relegated to watching on a smaller TV in the basement.
Then, one day in the first week of coverage she spoke those words every bike-racing-mad father longs to hear: “Tour de France”.
Not only did she string ’em together like an old pro, but her pronunciation was pretty darn good – considering she can’t say the letters “r” or “l” just yet.
But the best part was her obvious glee in spouting forth her new-found verbage – just watch how she throws her whole body into her delivery with so much unspoiled enthusiasm!
Sadly, that was about the high point of her own Tour-Fever (for this year at least). But I’d say we’re off to a great start in her development as a life long cycling fan.