Monday, September 15, 2008

Having a ball

David might look a little blurry here. That is not a problem with the camera, though; that is David approaching the speed of light.

The event: Monday playgroup. The location: the ball pit. The story: David gets too excited and tackles an old lady. The lessons learned: don't ever let David into the ball pit again. Ever.

Every week David goes to playgroup on Mondays. Every week, David gets faster and faster. Every week, Angie gets pregnanter and pregnanter.

I am sure they teach this stuff in Science 101, but as the belly of a pregnant woman expands, the velocity of said prego slows down. What you end up with is the mother of a very excited boy who thinks that running away from Mama is a challenge to be met on a frequent and regular basis.

Today, David led Angie on a frantic chase in the classic kid vs. Mom showdown. Mom lost. And so did the old lady that David plowed into while trying to escape the evil clutches of mother. The poor woman was just sitting in the ball pit, minding her own business and trying to play with her grandchild when BAM! David came crashing down on her, giggling. Luckily, no broken bones and, if the past is any indication of the future, no lessons learned on David's part.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I saw your best picture of me that you drew.
David: When I play Mama in the balls at playgroup.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David tried to hit me with a sword.
David: When I cried mit my nuna.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play with Petra.
David: When I get in the bath with Mama and Peter.

2 comments:

  1. Who the hell is PETRA??? Another older woman Peter likes to impress!?! I know a Petra, ask Angie, hope it's not her... ))) Greetings from Lisboa

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  2. No - it´s not that Petra :-) We know she´s reserved for you, so don´t be jealous!
    I´m jealous though: I´ve always wanted to go to that Aquarium there! Send me a postcard, xxx

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