So far, only been hit twice this week. Of course, after the second time I've been getting off of Cleveland Avenue and swinging North to Greenfield to try and avoid a third collision. I'm skipping St Christopher and going right for a picture of The Pope. He picks the Saints, so that's gotta be better, right?
Meanwhile, twice each week I take my kid to his gym class. One night each week is the "sports class" with parental involvement. The last two weeks have been hockey. Plastic sticks and pucks -- they're only three to five years old. But my kid managed to flick a wrist shot right into the goal. It was awesome it was great it was...
So anyways, we start each class with warm up stretching exercises. I always participate right along with. really. Some parents just go through the motions, but I figure I need the exercise. And if I can't keep up with the three year olds, well, a man who eats like that is going to die.
I forgot this week I was in two minor collisions.
I got home last night and suddenly my kid was being raised by Quasimodo. "Is daddy okay?" No, Daddy is going to lay down here on the floor and die. "yes, Will, Daddy is fine."
