I won't post a picture of what it looks like when it pops. because it will make you sick to your stomach. or maybe not. maybe some of you are freaks and like that kind of stuff. lol. i, however, have a weak belly. my mom knew me too well when she talked me out of nursing school.
okay, so anyway. Chad is constantly saying how graham is going to play rugby and be a star and yada yada yada. I'm thinking to myself, there is no way in HELL I am going to let someone tackle MY son. I dare them. over my dead body. i will "junk punch" anyone that messes with my baby.
Well, apparently, Graham is already practicing.
This morning when I dropped Graham off at daycare, his teacher Ms. Tracy asked me if graham and chad wrestled at home. No, they sure don't. We never even play rough with Graham EVER but we have noticed him tackling his Learning Dog a few times. well, not only is he tackling his doggie, he is tackling the other babies at daycare too. But mainly, the biggest baby of them all, Micheal. Now, Mikey is not your average baby. This child WILL be a football star. He's huge. not fat. but TALL and STOUT. He is off of the charts! And because he is so big, he doesn't get around by himself very well. Ms. Tracy said that Graham will watch Mikey as he sits there playing with his toys and just lunge towards Mikey and takes him down. and sometimes he headbutts too. I'm not quite sure what in the world my child is trying to prove. guess graham watches wayyyy too much Rugby with daddy.
We have created a monster. He is all boy and ALL DADDY.
Future Rugby Player?? I sure hope not but it looks like it may just be inevitable.