As he's shooting baskets in the hallway . . .
Whistle: Mom? what's "foul"?
Mom: Breaking the rules, like bumping another player.
2 Minutes later, falling on the floor while shooting baskets . . .
Whistle: What's fashul?
Whistle: What's frashul?
Mom: Oh, fragile? Breakable.
Teenager: (while practicing the piano in the same room) You're not fragile, you're tough!!
1 minute later, still shooting baskets . . .
Whistle: Mom? What's macarena?
Mom: A dance
Teenager: Like this! (quits practicing to demonstrate the macarena)
1 minute later, still playing basketball. . .
Whistle: (Clapping, cheering) Whoohoo! Miss-ouri . . . TIGERS!!
Teenager: (practicing the piano) Thank-you, thank-you!
Whistle: I'm not clapping for YOU. I'm clapping for my teammates!
Only two kids, and still, never a dull moment.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Whistle: "Today, we Jumped Rope for Heart, and I tried it, and I messed up. And Coach Tree made it shorter for me, and then I did it, and I did it, and I DID IT, and I DID IT WITHOUT ANY HELP!"
"I just kind of messed up."
Friday, February 1, 2008
New York Times Story
There are few things that render me speechless, but this story made me so heartsick, tears are rolling down my face, and I can't find words to express how unbelievably horrible this is.
Edited to add: I knew I couldn't write effectively on this subject, but I knew Barbara could. Read her take on this here: Barbara's blog post.