I heartily apologize.
Exactly what was I thinking bringing my almost 2 year old to the high school football game? I know. I know. My hubby is the coach, and we do live in the community. Naturally, we like to support him and the team, but I did not factor in the Ellerie effect.
And for that, I am sorry.
I am sorry that your view of the game was obstructed by Ellerie climbing up and down the bleacher stairs. (And me chasing her for that matter!) I am sorry that you heard, "Ellerie!" instead of some spirited game chants. I am sorry that our polite conversations were interrupted by me having to chase after my 2 year old devil. I am sure that you had some very interesting things to say, but, for the life of me, I could not concentrate. Forgive me.
Mostly though, I am sorry for the 2nd quarter incident. I am sorry that when I went after Ellerie for the 37th time, she decided that she had had enough. I am sorry that as El arched her back and grabbed my shirt in protest, I did not react quickly enough.
So it follows that I am truly sorry that I exposed my left breast to you, the fans, in Section B.
Yes, it was covered with a bra. Yes, it was an accident. Yes, I am embarrassed.
And, I am sorry, sorry, sorry.
P.S. I will not be bringing Ellerie back next week.