Sunday, June 22, 2008
Chase and I are out by the pool. Here's how it goes:
"Mom, can you help me with my back dive?"
"Of course, start on the step."
So he goes to the big seat step thing in the deep end and he perfects it.
"Okay, now do it off the dive," I say.
He looks a little ambivalent.
"I'm scared," he says.
"Are you kidding me? You race go-karts at 50 miles an hour. You do jumps on your motorcycle and you are afraid to jump backwards off the dive? Come on. It's not brain surgery." Admittedly, this is a bit harsh, but he can do this.
So he gets up there and thinks about it for a bit and then does it. Yeah. Good job. Now I can lie quietly and get a tan. No, no I can't.
"Good job baby."
"My brain told me no, but my heart said yes."
How cute is he?
"I'm glad you listened to your heart."
"Okay, now can you teach me to do a back flip?"
I haven't back flipped in a looong time. But okay. I try to lead him through it. He's not understanding. He asks me to show him. Ah. I don't know. So, I think, I guess I can do it. I get up on the board. Now it's my turn to feel a little nervous. He can drive a go-kart, but can he drive me to the hospital? I don't think so.
"What, are you scared? You chicken Mom?" Balk Balk."
He did not just give me the balk balk. Then he takes his little hands and balls them into fists and rotates them near his eyes as he goes, "You gonna cry?"
So I did the flip. It was good too. I got out. He looked impressed. So I did it again.
"Now it's your turn Chay," I say.
Not quite so lippy now.
"Come on, I'm old and I can do it. What? You're not even gonna try?" You scared?" It's okay baby, you don't have to do it. I'll be the only one who can, your old mom."
So he shoots me a look, then he flips too. Goes all the way around.
He gets out and says, "You just made me mad. I had to do it."
"Well then my work here is done."
"Mom, can you put a picture of me doing that on your blog?"
And that's how we got here.
So I Said... Amy at 9:20 AM