Jack, the Ladies' Man
We asked Jack how his tumbling class went. We still weren't sure what he learns there that he can't learn wrestling with us, but whatever. Today we found out. And, now, we are BIG supporters of his attendance. Apparently, he's quite popular at tumbling.
This morning, Jack's mom couldn't seem to get her act together, and after a few tense moments, everyone made it out the door for tumbling. Jack was late, but I guess this turned into a good thing. He rolled into tumbling and flashed everyone his mega-watt smile. When the other kiddos saw Jack, all the little girls enthusiastically yelled, "HI JACK!!! Jack's HERE!!!" With pure confidence, Jack strut on over to the mat and started telling his teacher all about...well....something. We're not sure what. That got lost in translation. But, anyway, he's a popular fella in his tumbling class. Ok...so, fellas, you thought that was good.
Well, apparently the toddlers get to crawl through a tunnel. Albert's a big fan of that exercise. And, now, we're all a big fan of that exercise. You see, Jack stopped in the tunnel and sat down. His two friends, Gwendolyn and Charlie (a girl) were right behind him. Instead of giving Jack a good shove to get a move on, Gwendolyn, a little girl with curly pigtails, leaned over and gave Jack a nice big smooch on the cheek. Nice, chalk one up for Jack. First smooch! Ok, kid, you can go to tumbling. Now, that we know it's not some gay gymnastics league where you learn to do cartwheels and goofy twirls, we're big fans.
You're probably wondering what Will was doing. Will was watching and learning. He and his little friend Jack (Ty's little brother, Ty is Jack's best buddy, are you confused yet? Popular name.), just chilled in the corner and discussed the latest college football scores and popular baby food entrees. Jack graduated to solids a while back and was giving Will the low-down on the best and the worst. Through careful analysis, Jack has come to the conclusion that certain entrees cause an inordinate amount of acid reflux and flatulence. Jack argues that the initial discomfort is worth the resultant entertainment.
Better run. Walter, the rhino, and I have decided to play a game of chess, except we've jumbled up the pieces and made different rules. We've pretty much reinvented this timeless game. It'll go faster and be more exciting, considering that every time someone loses a piece, the person who lost it has to eat a whole bowl of marshmallows without ralphing. It'll be entertaining. Mom is trying to clean out the pantry before they move. So, we'll move onto the grosser stuff with another game.
Respectfully,
Horatio
(aka SHARK)
This morning, Jack's mom couldn't seem to get her act together, and after a few tense moments, everyone made it out the door for tumbling. Jack was late, but I guess this turned into a good thing. He rolled into tumbling and flashed everyone his mega-watt smile. When the other kiddos saw Jack, all the little girls enthusiastically yelled, "HI JACK!!! Jack's HERE!!!" With pure confidence, Jack strut on over to the mat and started telling his teacher all about...well....something. We're not sure what. That got lost in translation. But, anyway, he's a popular fella in his tumbling class. Ok...so, fellas, you thought that was good.
Well, apparently the toddlers get to crawl through a tunnel. Albert's a big fan of that exercise. And, now, we're all a big fan of that exercise. You see, Jack stopped in the tunnel and sat down. His two friends, Gwendolyn and Charlie (a girl) were right behind him. Instead of giving Jack a good shove to get a move on, Gwendolyn, a little girl with curly pigtails, leaned over and gave Jack a nice big smooch on the cheek. Nice, chalk one up for Jack. First smooch! Ok, kid, you can go to tumbling. Now, that we know it's not some gay gymnastics league where you learn to do cartwheels and goofy twirls, we're big fans.
You're probably wondering what Will was doing. Will was watching and learning. He and his little friend Jack (Ty's little brother, Ty is Jack's best buddy, are you confused yet? Popular name.), just chilled in the corner and discussed the latest college football scores and popular baby food entrees. Jack graduated to solids a while back and was giving Will the low-down on the best and the worst. Through careful analysis, Jack has come to the conclusion that certain entrees cause an inordinate amount of acid reflux and flatulence. Jack argues that the initial discomfort is worth the resultant entertainment.
Better run. Walter, the rhino, and I have decided to play a game of chess, except we've jumbled up the pieces and made different rules. We've pretty much reinvented this timeless game. It'll go faster and be more exciting, considering that every time someone loses a piece, the person who lost it has to eat a whole bowl of marshmallows without ralphing. It'll be entertaining. Mom is trying to clean out the pantry before they move. So, we'll move onto the grosser stuff with another game.
Respectfully,
Horatio
(aka SHARK)
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