A/N: Here's day three! Again, we're honoring two holidays: 'Feed the Birds' day and the 'Super Bowl' Enjoy!
Julie Andrews' voice flowed from the speakers as she sang the lullaby.
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag. Feed the birds, that's what she cries. While overhead, her birds fill the skies…" The kids had recently seen the newest Mary Poppins movie and were infatuated with the songs. Christine had started memorizing the lyrics and making up little dances to go along with them, and Hank was learning them too, though he mostly got the words wrong.
"You know," Brennan starts, stirring a pot of queso over the stove. "This was Walt Disney's favorite song."
"Really?" Christine asks from her seat at the bar as she watches her mom in the kitchen.
"Mmhmm," Brennan nods. "Every Friday he would meet with the Sherman Brothers to discuss the movie and how it was coming along and at the end of it, he requested this song to be played. And, when they erected a statue of him in Disneyland, Richard Sherman played this song to honor it. And during his performance, a bird flew overhead and everyone said it was Walt coming to check on them."
"I think it's a pretty song," Christine says. "It's about being kind and showing love to everyone, right?"
"I'd like to think so," Brennan agrees.
"Alright! Enough with the sappy stuff! It's Superbowl! Time to get excited!" Booth cheers from the living room where he'd been watching the pre-game interviews and reports. "Hank? Can you say 'Superbowl'?"
"Soupah' Bowl!" Hank cries, feeding off his dad's energy.
"That's my boy!" Booth hollers, picking hank up and flipping him upside down over his shoulder. Hank screams, laughing and grabbing at his dad's shirt. Booth flips him again into a cradle and drops him onto the couch. Hank belly laughs, his smile wide. Brennan can only shake her head as she watches her boys roughhouse.
Friends drop by later in the afternoon to watch the game with them, and between all the families present, there is enough food to last them weeks. The National Anthem singer is beautiful, but at that moment the real star of the show is the sign language interpreter, and Angela is the first to look him up and learn as much as she can about him.
She, Christine and Jessica Warren (who had recently rekindled her relationship with Aubrey), spent most of the first half watching videos about him, evidently, he was a well-known deaf actor, and learning the signs for 'football', 'team', 'win', and 'lose'.
At halftime, the score was tied at three and had been the slowest half ever. Booth had been reduced to a grumbling mess, using choice curse words as there were tiny humans around, knowing the game was already won. After his beloved Eagles won last season, this years game was less than he'd wanted.
"Damn it!" Booth shouted as the final minutes of the clock ticked down.
"It's rigged, man," Hodgins agreed. "The league favors Brady and does everything in their power to make sure he wins."
"It's just a game, guys. Calm down." And the boys throw Angela such a look, she almost reconsiders her last statement. Almost.
Booth shuts off the TV, too mad to watch any of the interviews. And that signals everyone else that it's time to leave. Parents collect kids, who beg to have sleepovers but seeing as it's a school night, the request is declined, and gather coats and bags and as fast as it filled with noise, the Booth house falls quiet.
Once the kids are tucked in, Booth and Brennan finish cleaning up the kitchen. They put away the leftovers no one else took and as Booth closes up the dishwasher and starts it up, Brennan looks to him.
"Well now that that's over, we can forget about sport for a while."
"Forget about sports!?" Booth asked, looking at Brennan as if he didn't know who she was anymore. "Bones! We still have to finish hockey season. And Spring Training starts soon, and I want to take the kids to at least one game. And there is NASCAR. Bones, we are nowhere near forgetting about sports."
"It seems to me that sports is a year-round event, and the idea of 'seasons' is completely redundant."
"Now you're starting to get it," Booth smiles.
And it only took her fourteen years.