Animpics

Say it quickly. Say it again. Yes - OLYMPICS. Here are some pictures of Harvey and all of his "guys" watching the Animpics. Just a handful of the questions that are coming at us, shotgun style:

Does the man hold the lady up?
Why does the man hold the lady up?
What is this called? Snowboarding? Why?
What's a score? Why are they waiting for a score?
Why is the ice flying up?
Downhill skiing? Why is it called downhill skiing?
Did that guy win? Why does the fastest guy win? How do they know he's fastest?
I want to see someone drop a lady. That would be awesome.
(That's a boy's take on figure skating for you.)

And some commentary:

On figure skating -
Look, she's twirling skating. They made the ice fly up. Wow, skating with one hand on your knee, turning? How do you do that? WOW, that's cool. There she goes, up and away! They're both twirling. They might fall down.

On downhill -
Okay, mom, I'm looking for the red line. He's almost there. Almost to that red line. Blue line. Blue line. Blue line. There it is - there's the red line.

Seriously, the Animpics through the eyes of a nearly-four-year-old is WAY fun. I'm a little sad that as the evening wears on Harvey is saying the word Olympics a bit more clearly. It will forever be the Animpics in our house.