I'm a Tar Heel born, I'm a Tar Heel bred

Clearly, I have failed as a mother.

Little man came home from school yesterday and told me, "Mom, I think I want to start liking Duke." "Michaela likes Duke."

Thank goodness it's Spring Break (and the NCAA tourney - which Duke is SO not in!), so I have a week to get all of that brainwashing nonsense out of his head. I'm going to make him wear his Carolina shirt all week. :)

'Cause..........................
I'm a Tar Heel born,
I'm a Tar Heel bred,
and when I die I'm a Tar Heel dead,
so Rah! Rah! Carolina, 'lina
Rah! Rah! Carolina, 'lina
Rah! Rah! Carolina, 'lina
Rah! Rah! Rah!

GO HEELS, GO!