I pictured it as one of those memories you always hear aging men talk about:
"I'll never forget the day my old man took me to game four of the 1950 World Series at Yankee Stadium," they'll say.
That's the way I wanted my boys to remember the Super Bowl for Nerds, the World Series of Words, the life-altering experience I was about to unveil to them - the final round of the Scripps National Spelling Bee.
It was a Tiger Mom move for sure.
But with some recent gems like "yoripiyans" (Europeans) coming from my 8-year-old, I thought it wouldn't be bad to focus a little on spelling with my boys.
First of all, the spelling bee stage at the Gaylord Hotel at National Harbor is enough to impress any kid.
A huge, glowing, made-for-TV affair, we had to go through badge passes and security checks and metal detectors to get inside.
I got press credentials. They got wristbands. A heavily tattooed cop kitted out in tactical gear supervised my purse search. I had their attention.
Within about 15 minutes, they were hooked. The tension in the room, the tiny spellers on stage, the applause, the commercial breaks. It was all so exciting.
They pawed through the program and found their favorite spellers.
When Grace Remmer, 14, spelled "emmeleia" correctly, they were dazzled.
"Can we meet Grace?" my 6-year-old asked. "We really want to meet Grace."
"Maybe we can get her autograph," the other one suggested.
As each speller worked through the parts of speech, language of origin and Greek roots, my kids were riveted.
"Is that word French?" my 8-year-old whispered to me, after the announcer gave the word "envotement" to the next speller.
"Zut alors!," I thought. Maybe I have a speller on my hands.