Sam is a wonderful child. Sam is a willful child. Sam’s will is not always the most peaceful or disciplined will.
Therefore, I’m going to teach him to fight.
Well, sort of. We’re thinking of enrolling him in a karate program, not only for the exercise, but also for the philosophy of restraint, discipline, blah, blah, blah. (I’m such a good example.)
With this in mind, we headed over to Buddy Day at a friend’s karate studio. At first Sam was really excited. And then, when he found out he didn’t have a uniform, he was really bummed out and didn’t want to go. And then, when I laid down the law and told him we were going no matter what, he caved and started asking lots (and lots and lots) of questions. And although the real answer to almost all of these questions was, “I don’t know,” I made up plausible replies for most of them.
The karate studio was really cool. Our buddy wasn’t there when we got there, so we were just hanging out when Master L came by to introduce himself. He was incredibly nice. In fact, everyone there was. I’m not sure what I expected, but every employee that spoke to Sam asked him if he was ready to have fun. Not if he was ready to learn. Not if he thought karate was cool. Not if he wanted to know some cool moves. But if he wanted to have fun.
I totally approve.
The class itself was really fast-paced and fun. Sam was able to follow along with everything, and the teacher remembered his name after hearing it once. In a class of 19.
After class he watched a bigger kid class for the longest time. He was absolutely fascinated. He had more questions. Chief among them: When do I get my white belt?
I think I’m going to have to sell one of my children in order to be able to afford to enroll Sam. But it might be worth it. He’s in love.
Watching the class, I couldn’t help but think that it might be really good for Jack. They have classes for younger kids, and I’m thinking that it might give him a really positive way to learn to follow directions. I talked to Master L about it and he told me that they’re a little easier on the younger class because they’re, you know, three. And four.
And when I told him that Jack had some developmental delays so I wasn’t sure that he’d be able to hack it in the class, Master L didn’t even blink. He just told me that they treat everyone the same and that we were welcome to bring him in to let him try it out. Now I don’t just want to sign Jack up, I want to marry Master L.
Of course if I did sign Jack up, I would not only have to sell Quinn, but we’d have to have another kid and sell him too. Karate ain’t cheap.
And Sam? The first thing he did upon coming home was try to beat the shit out of Alex, but the next thing he did was a fancy move he’d picked up by watching the older kid class.
Anybody want to buy a 2-year-old?