#292
Rockstar wanders into the master bedroom one evening…
Rockstar: <conversationally> Mum. Lemme tell you something. (Our helper) gave Little Miss a green choking hazard.
I peer outside with raised eyebrows to find my helper snorting and indicating a bit of broccoli she plucked from his dinner plate for Little Miss. “He say cannot, but I just take.” (No surprises this would annoy Rockstar – since toddlerhood, if you wait a few extra seconds for him to decide it’s ok and then take it, you can mostly “borrow” anything. But do it without his consent and he never agrees.)
Me (to Rockstar): Why didn’t you just say “broccoli”?
Rockstar: Broccoli. Huh. <grins>
Me: You just wanted to say something, didn’t you.. And I bet you haven’t finished your dinner. Out. Go finish it.
Rockstar: Now I can’t go back out there.
Me: ?! Why?
Rockstar: (Our helper) thinks I tried to get her in trouble. I think I’ll just stay in here. (Starts practicing side kicks on his sandbag.)
We got Rockstar a sandbag for passing his yellow-green with an A.
Me: That’s convenient. Planned all that, did you?
Rockstar: <thinks seriously for moment> …..Not really. I just wanted to complain about the broccoli. <brightens> But it worked out pretty well, didn’t it?
Me: Out.
Rockstar grins but doesn’t really move.
Me: Byyeeee.
Little Miss (from outside, cheerfully): Byyeeee.
Me (to the Miss): No, not for you. Ko-ko’s coming to join you. You’d say “Hi.”
Little Miss (obligingly, in same tone): Hiiiiiiiii.
Rockstar ambles back out without another word.
Of course Little Miss had to try out the gloves (that came with the bag).
ps: We drum it into Rockstar all the time not to “taekwondo” outside of his training classes – it’s something I feel very strongly about because I grew up with taekwondo that placed huge emphasis on restraint and discipline; Rockstar’s taking taekwondo with the same Kukkiwon and WTF affiliations – and we recently realized his instructor is wayyyy senior to when I used to learn.
A sandbag to practise side kicks and boxing! That’s so cool.
I get Miss Rockstar wants to grow up real quickly so that she can kick the sandbag too.
She loves dancing actually… but I have a bit of a thing against ballet (sheepish) especially from the club house where we live because I heard stories that the teachers are very tough – not “work hard!” tough but “if you don’t dance better I’ll cut off your hair” tough and given the general competitiveness in this city I think it’s not a good combination with extra-curriculars that emphasize physical attributes (long and thing, no belly or butt, small head, that kind of stuff…)
So maybe gymnastics, if she doesn’t want to do taekwondo like the bro… too early to tell but she isn’t girly right now, just loves bopping to music a lot more than the brother did…