If I Hear It Again, He's Out Of The Will

Tonight Alex was in the tub, and I was in the adjoining bedroom catching up on some bloggity business (would that be "bloggery"?). And then I heard the most disturbing sound:

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAR EAGLE! HEY!"

I immediately stopped what I was doing and said, "Um, Alex? WHAT did you say?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAR EAGLE! HEY!"

My first thought, honestly, was "We've been in Alabama too long."

My second thought, naturally, was "At least it wasn't Hotty Toddy."

So we've spent some time tonight on some old-fashioned home-training:

"GOOOOOOOOOO BULLDOGS! HEY!"

I know he picked up his War Eagle battle cry from Mothers' Day Out, because his good buddy C. is a big-time AU fan. I've made it very clear to Alex that the next time C. yells "War Eagle," A. is to counter with his Bulldog cheer, which may result in his MDO's first-ever MSU/AU showdown.

I mean, sometimes you have to take a stand on pure principle.

I feel like the poor child has been exposed to the dark side, and I have to rescue him while there's still time.