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Bits of This and That April 10, 2008

Posted by carpebanana in : Bananalets , 2comments

I know little boys are supposed to be snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Mr Music always has liked his life being bits of this and that in combinations likely never before seen in this quadrant of the galaxy.

I offer you this photo of his current favorite pen and pen holder.

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Now, what all does that have going for it? the ink from a disassembled pen (and I assure you he still has all the other parts, though likely combined with Lego or play-doh or stuck into his bit of “garden”), a feather left over from our bird unit, and the Christmas flutey noise maker makes a wonderful holder. Gotta love it.

This same boy who just started Little League, does not like the idea of settling down to one sport, let alone one position. He last played on a team a few years back when it was T-ball and never really did get the concept of playing one position. The final play of the season was the finest moment: Mr Music was up to bat. He hit a mighty hit in the vicinity of the second-base man. By the time he scooped it up, and threw in the direction of first, Mr Music was already there. So there, in fact, that he noticed the first-base man wasn’t, and so, Mr Music neatly stepped off base and caught the ball himself. So, what was that? safe, or out at his own hand? There were no umpires as there was no score-keeping, some of the kids could not even get through their heads that the instruction “run home” did not mean run to their own house. We had to fish a couple back from the outfields as they thought they were following the coaches’ orders by running home.

Well, now yesterday was Little League practice. And apparently Mr Music’s coach was not impressed with Mr Music’s combination (similar to the funky pen above) of batting and ballet (picked up from the lovely Miss Dance). He has perfected the technique of hitting the ball, then doing a complete pirouette. Mr Coach explained to him that his right foot is not to leave the ground. Mr Music, therefore, feels Mr Coach does not recognize his natural superior skill in the sport and has been busy explaining to us all that really, we have him signed up for the wrong sport, he is “built for football.”

Right.

This led to a discussion of football at the dinner table. Miss Dance has no time for football and dismissed it simply, by saying, “Football? You want to play football? It’s just a bunch of sweaty guys going around patting each other on the butt.”