None of That Either
"I don't want any more hitting," I lectured the children the other day, "and no more fighting!"
Bub agreed. "No body-checking either."
It was a surprising observation, not only because Bub is perhaps the only boy in this hockey town who refuses to learn to skate, but also because he has been past master in the art of body-checking ever since a few time outs three years ago taught him that a hand raised against his baby sister meant immediate loss of privileges.
"Do you know what body-checking is, Bub?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he replied. "It's when you check a look to see what your body looks like."
14 comments:
I'm with Bub. Absolutely NO body-checking until I lose the five pounds I put on over the holidays.
(snort!)
Dropped in from Beck's blog (Frog & Toad Are Still Friends). I like your style and voice.
I wish you had a "followers" widget, to make it easy for me to keep up with your new posts.
Better get rid of all mirrors, then. And reflective surfaces. And ....
Look at you, all bloggy again, and I didn't even know you were b/c I do not open my Reader any more. Glad you're in the swing of things again even if I am now standing on the side of the playground.
Love your son; reminds me of my youngest, wry and sardonic.
Linda
Don't stop posting such articles. I like to read stories like that. Just add some pics :)
Haha! Good one.
I always knew the plastic on those hockey boards was more reflective than it looks.
HA!
Was going to say exactly what the first commenter said. Serves me right for showing up more than a week late -- all the best comments are already taken. Sigh.
This is why I don't own a scale. (I do own a "skinny mirror" however, and I reserve the right to body check in that.)
that's hilarious!
Heh.
My Boy won' skate either, which is a HUGE social deal in towns like this.
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