Ok, quick and funny story. Saturday night Levi and I went to watch the PBR (Professional Bull Riders) with my parents. Because it was a two hour drive, we got to the arena early to let the little munchkin walk around and wear off some energy before having to sit down again. While we were walking around with her, Levi was signing up for all kinds of offers and getting free stuff: pens, tshirts, magazines, ect.
Fast forward to the break before the final round. One of the sponsors was having a drawing from all the entries they received that night. They brought a big barrel out into the arean and drew the 1st name. Some guy won $100. Then they drew a 2nd name...for $500....LEVI!!!! Holy Crap! We never win. Talk about a sweet night!!
Fast forward again to the next morning at church. My grandparents come up to Levi and want to know if he's doing okay? (Ummm...compared to what) He assures them that he is fine. Then they ask if he's sore. (At this point I really am confused. What the heck are they talking about? Do they have a secret camera in our bedroom?) At this point I have to ask them what the heck they are talking about. Apparently my parents told my other grandma, who told them about Levi winning the drawing last night. Their interpretation? They thought that Levi won $500 RIDING a bull. Too funny! This is the guy who has broken 4 bones playing church volleyball. A bullride would have him in traction.