The worst part was, Big E was the innocent bystander.
After last night's amazing 11th inning victory, I put Big E in his Cardinals shirt to wear to school. As a native of the Loo and a major fan, I thought this would be a great wardrobe choice today.
Admittedly, I was unable to stay up for the end of the game last night and was completely shocked when I heard about it.
Mr. Yoy took one look at the shirt and vetoed it. I think mostly because he is still bitter about the Cards knocking the Braves out of the playoffs, but whatever.
Mr. Yoy claims that as a Georgia resident, Big E needed to wear his Gator shirt in honor of tomorrow's football matchup. Snooze.
So we argued about it and of course, Big E took my side. He would not take the Cardinals shirt off and Mr. Yoy had to tear it off Big E as he screamed and cried.
I didn't feel bad about that at all. Mr. Yoy should have let Big E wear his Cardinal red to school.
I imagine this is what it must be like to have a daughter, except instead of Mr. Yoy and Mrs. Yoy fighting over what our kid wears, the kid actually pipes up and has major opinions, too.