Conor started basketball class a few weeks ago. It's for three and four year olds, but apparently the "coach" isn't really catering to the wandering minds of that age group. Conor is also one of the youngest. Every week when Andy and Conor come home and I ask how things went, there's this moment of hesitation from Andy and a "Well, um, Conor might be a little young...he's having a hard time focusing, dribbling needs some work...we might want to stick to swimming..."
Last week one of the girls in the class passed Conor the ball and he wasn't paying attention so he got his finger jammed. Now he's obsessed with it and was worried about it when he was getting ready this morning. So, before they left for "practice" Andy gave Conor a pep talk. He told him that he needs to always keep his eye on the ball. Then he put it into Conor's current animal-obsessed mindset: "Buddy, you're like an eagle watching a mouse. Always keep your eye on that mouse and when he gets close grab it!"
Conor's little face lit up and Andy was all psyched he'd found a way to get it across to his distracted little three year old. Then Conor answered: "But, Daddy, I'm not an hawk. Last night, I turned into a harpy eagle."
Andy just picked him up and headed to the car saying great, great. I'm still wondering what a harpy eagle is.
On a separate note, last night Andy and I decided that we are no longer eating out with the kids. We are continuously convincing ourselves that this time will be different, that somehow Conor will behave, that somehow we can get through a meal without food flying and a meltdown happening, but it never changes. So, last night we toasted the official end to the Bediz family dinner out era. Thinking we'll reevaluate on an annual basis.
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