But, every so often an anecdote comes to mind about the other boys, and I want to put it down so I remember.
So....
This is a story about the middle-est billy goat,
Liam.
Age 9.
And poetry.
Oh, and a little tae-kwan-do too.
Liam is a fidgety boy. He bounces, spins, fidgets, plays drums on his knees, does strange things with his cheeks, and we love him whole heartedly.
We put him in tae-kwan-do to try to learn some self-discipline and self-control. Also for some physical activitiy which he was craving.
He's doing great.
At school, he is fidgety, and not getting down to work. I went in to talk to his teacher. She explained that they were writing two word poems.
She said that he right away wanted to do his poem on tae-kwan-do.
No surprise there.
His poem was as expected, about a dojang, white dobak, high kicks....
and the last line of his poem was difficult to read,
but it looked like: "bar fights."
Bar fights?
Hmmmn. His teacher looked at me.
I looked at her.
We chuckled and shrugged.
I was thinking did he get that from Bugs Bunny?
Later, in the car (on the way to tae-kwan-do), I remembered his poem, and told him I thought it was terrific...but that I couldn't quite read the last line. How did it go, again?
Bare foot.
Oh, right. :o)
