Yesterday morning my wife and I were watching the Olympics, specifically the women’s cycling road race and some qualifiying events in gymnastics. (What can I say? it was a lazy Sunday morning and we don’t have cable.)
My son was mostly playing by himself while we watched, but when the gymnastics came on he started to emulate the athletes on screen. He was bending down and stomping his feet and throwing his hands up generally being a very cute, very funny little guy.
And yet during his gold medal cuteness routine, all I could think was: please god don’t somehow end up being good at gymnastics.
I taught my son to say “smash!” like the Hulk. It’s awesome.
But now everytime I show him a superhero, whether it’s Spider-Man, Superman or even Aquaman (I have a t-shirt. Don’t hate.), he does his “smash!” routine.
So on the Fourth I took him to the pool to try and show him the difference between The Hulk and Aquaman. One yells and smashes, the other doesn’t do much but swim and splash.
Here are the results:
It was a lot of fun but I don’t know if it worked. There was just no way he could say “smash!” while laughing so hard.
Hope you had a great Independence Day!
This past weekend, on Mother’s Day, we took the Lieutenant to his second swim class of the year.
It’s his second year in such a class; his first went well so we were looking forward to this one. This year we’ve been twice, and it’s not going quite as well – a year older now, he is a lot more aware of what he’s doing and a lot more aggressive in letting us know when he doesn’t want to be doing it.
We assume he’ll be okay after a few sessions, but such expectations are being thwarted by the fact that the second class was cut short, by something out of Caddyshack.
Are there any candy bars that look like vomit?