Seb's World Class, World Cup Concentration

FIFA has reeled Sebastian in - hook, line and sinker. He was thrilled to get the official World Cup sticker album and nothing (but theft) would stop him from angling for more sticker packs; he waved the Ghana flag for weeks; he learnt Kan'aan's tune (and would sing it non-stop for an hour); he has favourite players; and he has more or less picked up the rules to soccer/footie.

But he has also learnt about colonialism, the global economy (why does Drogba play for Chelsea?) and oh yes, he has spent hours solo or with parent and/or friend kicking a ball around.

So it is no surprise that he is gripped by the tv coverage. It got him through being too sick to attend the last few (and most fun) days of school; through time zone adjustments to France; huge amounts of telly lessened the blow when Ghana was pipped at the post (almost literally) by a cheater, and no doubt tonight, it will all come to a glorious head (he is rooting for Spain).


But his concentration in front of the boob tube is impressive [photos taken in Michel & Marite's kitchen). His sister can search for nits (what was she doing?), imagine him with a mustache and still no lid batted. His focus was intense and he would whoop with the best of them (his dad, of course) when the right team scored.

Somehow, this is one corporate event that we have actually enjoyed our child absorbing.