Yes, purple looks good on everybody. Even in Lawrence.

Little Jordie. She's four months old and is a K-State Fan.

My twins were taught early on something I learned in my years in 4-H.

Purple looks good on everyone.

At least, that is what Mary Lou Odle, a Saline County Extension agent always said. She'd come to our 4-H clothing meetings on occasion and do a color test to see what season looked best on you. I think I was a fall. Purple, however, fell in every season.

My friend, Sarah Green, a KU graduate, calls it Kansas State propaganda. I say an Extension agent would never lie.

My husband agrees with Sarah. He's a KU fan. Fortunately, I've been able to pull the twins onto "my team" as they call it. Jayhawks are yucky, they say. John even caught Brett watching KU vs Oklahoma women one night on television. She was rooting for OU.

He told her there are some things you just don't do, even as a Wildcat fan. One. You never cheer for Missouri. Two. You never cheer for Oklahoma.

She wouldn't listen.

Sarah, however, is proof that there is compromise in the world. She knitted each of the girls "cat hats." Jordie received her hat last month.

I can't tell you how to knit it. I'm not very crafty. All I know is that her hats are adorable. And I bet she could make a mint if she'd open a knitting store in Manhattan and sell cat hats.

Kaci, Brett and Jordie. They are on my team.

I'm sure they like K-State ...

But they wouldn't sit still

Sometimes I wonder what I’m thinking.

I had visions of darling girls dressed in purple, cheering on the Kansas State University football team alongside dear old Mom.

What John and I got on that September venture was two toddlers, pissed off they couldn’t run, climb and everything else that 18-month-old girls would rather be doing.

Obviously, they wouldn’t like to sit at a football game.

We should have known it would be bad when they wouldn’t even sit still during tailgating. John and I chased them around an enclosed tennis court.

The game, however, was worse.

Brett would watch the jumbotron a little bit, but Kaci didn’t care about the music, the players on the field or the cheers from the stands. She wrestled to try to get out of my arms, wanting to climb the stairs and run, run, run.

I fed her those Goldfish crackers for a while, which seemed to appease her. When they ran out, we moved on to Teddy Grahams.

I gave her to John, who had to leave the stadium by the end of the first quarter.

My venture ended at half time. Brett was mad. Poo was running from her pants. She probably ate too many hot dogs.

My husband says he’ll never go to another K-State game again with the girls in tow.

Not that he cares. He’s a KU fan.

Future K-State graduates

At least, that's what Mom hopes! Dad, on the other hand ...

Kaci and Brett

Bickel and Kaci at the Kansas State football game.

A rare moment of her being good.

Uncle Scott, John and Brett

Uncle Scott teaches Brett to clap for K-State.