Moves

The other day after the kids had spent some time in their rooms, I was picking up the library that often decorates Julia’s bed and the area around it and I noticed Brighton’s constant flow of words had drifted into the hall and landed on someone else. Evonne was “caught”- caught by Brighton’s list of questions and comments and she patiently indulged him as she came in from being at work all day. I moved into the hall to say hi and heard some of their exchange. Brighton was proudly showing her his shorts which were reversible nylon Nike shorts and as he said all day, “like Dad’s work out shorts”. He showed her the logo and the letters and she came up with the word I had been looking for all day- the “swoosh”. As we were about to head downstairs she asked him if he could show her some of his work out moves. He thought for a moment and said, “Ooohhh…………" taking on an "after Simon" posture, "I just don’t have the moves like my Dad.” All I can say about that is, you have no idea how funny that is.

Picture: April 2007- before he had "real" work out shorts

Note his expression and his shoes-- almost always on the wrong feet. At least now, one year later, he actually cares.