Saturday, February 24, 2007

Shoot. Me. Now.

Younger Son (age 9) has a new hobby: juggling.
He can juggle three tennis balls indoors without breaking anything.
Which is pretty darned good considering he only started practicing last night.

But all day today has been this:

"Mother, watch this!"

"Mother, come watch this!"

"Mother, can you watch me?"

Followed by:

"Wait, that's not it."

"Whoops, I didn't mean to do that."

"I just did it a minute ago. Hang on."



Soon to be ammended with:

"Mother, do you know where my tennis balls went?"

"No, dear. Not a clue."


Thbbbt!

3 comments:

vw bug said...

Better than the superball my 3 year old was throwing yesterday. ;-)

Roses said...

vw: Super balls are even better if you have an enclosed staircase! I bounced super balls up the stairs and caught them for HOURS when I was a kid!

Hm...
I need to buy my mom a gift now...
A big one.
That costs a lot of money.

Harvey said...

I remember when I started to learn how to juggle. Fortunately, I had a bed that was pressed up against a wall, so as to minimize retrieval distance.