Our son has a new hobby. If it’s a sign of what’s to come in his older years we’re in trouble. He’ll be the next Evel Knievel or Robby Knievel or Fonzie. Yes, he’s a daredevil. Uh, oh! I just thought of something worse than having a daredevil for a son. He might be a Jackass in training.
The other night he put a plastic bucket over his head and started walking around, usually into walls or furniture. He couldn’t get enough of it and neither could we. It was hilarious. He couldn’t see a thing and kept traveling around the kitchen until he’d get knocked down. It didn’t matter how hard he fell, he got back up and put his helmet back on.
He must get this from my wife’s side of the family because mine is too normal. Who am I trying to kid; he’s a reincarnation of me, except that I’m still alive. I’ve been doing stupid stuff for years, mostly verbal, you know foot-in-mouth disease, but I have done a few extreme sports in the past. When I was a kid I rode a toy ladder on wheels down a full staircase into the kitchen table… on purpose. This isn’t bragging so much as it is defending my wife’s honor and sanity.
I caught his act on video, but wordpress wouldn’t accept it for some reason when I tried to upload it, they said file type does not meet security guidelines. Try another. So I hope my description was good enough for now.
We’ll try to keep the boy from hurting himself too much, but a boy’s got to have fun.