Yesterday the brat emerged from school, a solemn expression on his face. He sat in the car, arranged his bag and looked at us questioningly, like there was something we were to ask him but we had forgotten. I did a rapid stirring of the grey cells and remembered, this was the day of the karate exam.
"Brat," I asked, "Did the karate exam happen?"
"Yus," he replied, in the same mournful dirge tone. "What happened?" I asked, the levels of anxiety mounting in scalp. "Did you get through to the next level?"
"Nope," he said, continuining with the aforementioned mournful expression. I gathered him and spoke wise words of consolation, the race is not always to the swift and such like, when he pulled away and fished furiously for something within his bag. Having located it, he produced it expectantly, like the proverbial rabbit from the magicians hat. "Ta da, green belt."
We congratulated him with much raucous delight, "I fooledt you, you thought I didn't get it?"
"Why did you do that?" I asked. "Just to give you a surprise. Now what yu'll ged fer me."
As usual, the discussion post every achievement veers towards acquisition. I have raised a material child much to my dismay.
"What do you want?" I asked. He put forth the proposition of a very hi tech Nerf gun. The pater intervened, "Why do you need a gun? You're a karate green belt, you can defend yourself."
The brat squawked in anguish, "Bud what I'll do if the other purson does nod know karate. Den I'll have to faight wid a gun."
"Brat," I asked, "Did the karate exam happen?"
"Yus," he replied, in the same mournful dirge tone. "What happened?" I asked, the levels of anxiety mounting in scalp. "Did you get through to the next level?"
"Nope," he said, continuining with the aforementioned mournful expression. I gathered him and spoke wise words of consolation, the race is not always to the swift and such like, when he pulled away and fished furiously for something within his bag. Having located it, he produced it expectantly, like the proverbial rabbit from the magicians hat. "Ta da, green belt."
We congratulated him with much raucous delight, "I fooledt you, you thought I didn't get it?"
"Why did you do that?" I asked. "Just to give you a surprise. Now what yu'll ged fer me."
As usual, the discussion post every achievement veers towards acquisition. I have raised a material child much to my dismay.
"What do you want?" I asked. He put forth the proposition of a very hi tech Nerf gun. The pater intervened, "Why do you need a gun? You're a karate green belt, you can defend yourself."
The brat squawked in anguish, "Bud what I'll do if the other purson does nod know karate. Den I'll have to faight wid a gun."
2 comments:
Hahaha...tht's valid enuff...- Mini
Haahahaaa....he's adorable, loved the chicken wid three legs post too;-D
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