So I didn't like throw a wrench at my son. But the other day, JJ kept saying to me over and over again, "I want you to help me dodge stuff."
And of course I was just kind of half listening to him as I went about my business of house stuff. You know--cleaning, laundry, whatever. He trailed after me saying, "Mom, MOM. I want you to help me dodge stuff."
"Okay," I said over and over again.
Finally he had had enough. He planted himself in front of me and said very forcefully. "Mom. I want you to help me DODGE stuff."
I put down the basket of laundry I was holding, a little exasperated. "What are even talking about? You want me to THROW stuff at you?
"Yes," he said very matter of factly.
And so I did.
Apparently JJ is training to be a real life Power Ranger. Not just one for Halloween. But one for real life. I have not had the heart to tell him that there are actually not real life Power Rangers in the world. I'm just waiting for him to figure it out on his own.
Anyway, I sat on the couch and he brought me a big pile of stuff to throw at him. It was a mother's dream come true.
"Now, just throw it right at my face, Mom."
Um, it's possible I was grinning from ear to ear.
I threw stuff at him (liked stuffed animals, plastic balls, and a Thomas train--yes, yes, I deliberately missed with this one. I'm not a monster) for about ten minutes. He has quite a bit of dodging practice to do. Sometimes he would swerve INTO the thing I was throwing. I had to keep trying really hard not to laugh.
Then he got out him nunchucks. "Now help me train with these," he said.
"How do I do that?" I asked him.
"Just move your hands around, and I'll follow your movements." Well that seemed easy enough. I moved my hands back and forth. Then around in circles. And then I popped my wrists back and forth right in front of my face. He did, too. Aaaaaand he popped himself right in the face with the nunchucks. I got away with doing that three or four times before he realized what I was up to.
Fine. Maybe I am a monster.
So I guess you should wish the kids good luck while they're stuck with their mom, the monster. We're on day 2 of Fall break. The Spam is having an asthma flare up and it's wet and rainy outside. I think things might get a lot worse before they get any better. So, if you'll excuse me, I kind of want to see if JJ wants to practice "dodging" some more. :)
