Ben is now on the cusp of manhood. His bourgeoning testosterone leads him to kicking frenzies, the likes of which have not been seen since Vince Carter was a babe. Like any good father, I've decided to harness these energies for the greater good and teach Ben to jump so that he might one day be forced into....er, I mean, want to play, volleyball and basketball.
The price we pay as parents for the athleticism of our young hero is a lack of sleep because he's still eating every 2-4 hours at night. But when he's old enough to support us with his ridiculously overpaid professional basketball income, it will all have been worth it. On the other hand, if he chooses the AVP, well, Beth and I may end up stuck in a "home" (and probably not a good one at that), but we'll still be proud of our boy!
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That's why we have a Roth IRA--in case Ben joins the AVP.
Strange, I find myself entertained by almost the exact same thing..
Josh and Jordan's mommy remembers that they too were easily entertained, although I don't recall them using such a sophisticated machine!
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