Little Boy Training

B & T had me sit on the upstairs couch this afternoon to show me their “special moves.” This activity, I am positive, is ingrained in their male blood by genetics, and is practiced at every available opportunity.

B wanted to show me his new “sharkwando” moves which consisted of being as “Shark-like” as possible while spinning and kicking and chopping his way in circles around the living room with jaws open and teeth flaring. Pretty comical, believe me… (we just happen to own a shark head costume too.)

T on the other hand wanted to show me his “kongdough” moves. Assaults of kicking and flying ended in a death defying move of a mid air catapult followed by a heavy thud on his bottom. He rolled over and busted out in a fit of giggles. A full fledged crack yourself up and can’t get a hold of yourself moment. When he was finally done I asked him if he was ok and he said “sure mom, that was just my “falling duck” move, I meant to do that.”

Sure…….