It was a pretty non-eventful week in this household. Where to begin?
This week saw the return of the little guy to the swimming pool. And, drum roll please, he swam a little with no floaties. Now granted it was a short distance, but the boy put his head underwater like a pro. Surfs Up Ladies, I'm as Fabulous As Ever
Karate, karate, karate. Oh boy.
All week we preached the fun of it. And explained that he had to listen to the master like the rest of the little kids. "Yes mommy. I'll put on my listening ears". With the promise of Old MacDonald's afterwards, there was so much darn potential.
This time, mommy arrived 10 minutes before the class ended and quietly peered through a window. A sight I did see....A boy still feeling his oats, and certainly not succeeding victory to the master. "Give Me Liberty. Or Give Me Death." Yes, there was the pouty, defiant stare. Unwillingness to sit down until being forced to sit. The calling of his name to stop playing with the cloth hangers (can you blame him, they were directly above his head)
But atlas, there was progress. He went up to kick. Listened to a commend to bow and stand at attention. And generally, there weren't any "butt in the air" stretches. The mater told me there is hope for the child, especially since he's Korean
So, off to Old MacDonald's we headed, with our standard speech to do better next time.
Finally, the saying of the week "Oh Goodance Gracious" as said by the little guy as we narrowly missed a trash container pulling into the garage. Mommy did a head turn with that one.
This week saw the return of the little guy to the swimming pool. And, drum roll please, he swam a little with no floaties. Now granted it was a short distance, but the boy put his head underwater like a pro. Surfs Up Ladies, I'm as Fabulous As Ever
Karate, karate, karate. Oh boy.
All week we preached the fun of it. And explained that he had to listen to the master like the rest of the little kids. "Yes mommy. I'll put on my listening ears". With the promise of Old MacDonald's afterwards, there was so much darn potential.
This time, mommy arrived 10 minutes before the class ended and quietly peered through a window. A sight I did see....A boy still feeling his oats, and certainly not succeeding victory to the master. "Give Me Liberty. Or Give Me Death." Yes, there was the pouty, defiant stare. Unwillingness to sit down until being forced to sit. The calling of his name to stop playing with the cloth hangers (can you blame him, they were directly above his head)
But atlas, there was progress. He went up to kick. Listened to a commend to bow and stand at attention. And generally, there weren't any "butt in the air" stretches. The mater told me there is hope for the child, especially since he's Korean
So, off to Old MacDonald's we headed, with our standard speech to do better next time.
Finally, the saying of the week "Oh Goodance Gracious" as said by the little guy as we narrowly missed a trash container pulling into the garage. Mommy did a head turn with that one.
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