Today I put my back out taking a SWISS BALL class. I do not know how this happened ... Swissball is for pussies! I am the Pump champion, for Gods sake.
I have a post brewing on what it's like, living in a house of men. (Hell, I could start a whole BLOG on the freakin' subject.)
This conversation occured earlier between my stepson Tim and I. (Is there another word for "stepson"? I hate it.)
Tim: "Hey Eden .."
Eden: "No you can't go on my computer."
Tim: "I know that. Hey, can I teach Rocco how to punch?"
Eden: *Sighing* "Well you taught Max, I'm sure you will teach Rocco at some point."
Tim: "I mean now. I've started teaching him now ... just some little jabs and that ..."
Tim: "I'm serious."
Eden: *not laughing*
Tim: "It's fine! I'm just teaching him to look after himself. If I teach him now can you IMAGINE how tough he'll be when he starts school!"
Eden: "He. Is. Ten. Months. Old."
Tim: "Ha! He's a freakin' champ already I swear! He'll SO be able to hold his own when he goes to daycare."
Eden and Tim look at each other, both knowing that when Eden is not in the room, Tim will, indeed, teach the baby to punch.