We sat down last night with our fried “chips” for the Opening Ceremonies and spoke in our worst British accents, of course. Piper had a lot of questions. Let’s face it. When it comes to the Olympics, we all do.
“I know what my Olympic sport would be,” Piper said.
“Like pole vault jumping or ski jumping?” I asked.
“No. Like kitchen tile jumping. I can jump over three tiles before I smash my head into the wall. I’d totally win because I practice so much!”
At the very least, she’d metal.