And that one sentenced rocked my world. I was certain Kid A would be black + white for life. She knows the lyrics to the Collingwood theme song (minus the cakewalk part) so very well and for good reason, I used to sing it to her every night as she drifted off to sleep. Q thought I was singing nursery rhymes, and indeed I did but only when I knew she was close by. For Kid A to say “Dad you should let me choose my own football team. I want to barrack for the Bombers” was a bit of a shock.