My New Language
From the beginning he knew he could beat me. He is stronger, faster, *sigh* taller, and more skilled. So he, sweet thang that he is, played with his weaker hand, which honestly isn't saying much because the boy is straight up ambidextrous.
He was still beating me.
So he got on his knees.
I kid you not. He put one hand behind his back and he. played. on. his. knees.
Aaaaaaaaaand he still beat me.
It probably didn't help that I was laugh/crying the entire time. He thinks it was because I was having the time of my life, and I WAS! But really, I was just one tiny step above keeping my cool. I just kept focusing on this man child, laughing, enjoying the moment, being the same height he is in my memories of his toddler-hood. I was laughing in the joy and fun, for sure, but I was absolutely caught up in the reality of how INSANELY fast it all went by. How he went from being yea high, babbling nonsense I would so desperately try to understand - to this young man. Stronger, faster, taller.
And still babbling nonsense I so desperately try to understand.
Do you know about "VSCO girls"? Mmhmmm, you read that right.
If you have a tween or teen in your house then probably have heard about 'em. They they say stuff like ""Sksksksksk. And I oop." and so on. How these things become THINGS is beyond me, but that's where we're at, people. We are in the midst of teens who are photo fanatics, checkered Vans wearing, save the turtles screaming, scrunchy wrist wearing, smart phone obsessing TEENS. They're having midlife crisis's at the age of 15. They post and delete posts like its their job. They make fun of people like ME who have, I've been told, TOO MANY Instagram pictures. To which I say...