After much bragging over the last few days that she was going to watch the Super Bowl, Chloe didn’t keep her word. “Scooby Doo” won the day, by a landslide.

She actually turned the channel to the big game. For all of five seconds. Didn’t even see one famous-for-being-funny commercial. And tuned out long before Tom Petty at halftime.

When I asked her if she wanted to watch, she responded, “Actually, I think I just want to watch Scooby Doo.” So much for having at least one football fan in the family.

So, instead of the Super Bowl, our evening show consisted of Sophie and Chloe dancing silly around the dining room table. Frankly, an infinitely more entertaining way to spend a Sunday night than watching a bunch of big guys tackle one another.

Go Giants! Oops – I mean, Go Girls!