This morning Sam and I went over to (my friend) Karen and (his friend) Aiden's house for a playdate. They just moved in to a house with a big, unfinished basement. It is full of great outdoor toys, including a large castle with a slide.
Sam and Aiden took turns climbing up and sliding down. Each time Sam came down the slide, he tried to land on his feet in a standing position. Each time it looked like he was going to do it, he'd fall over.
Karen and I were kneeling on either side of the slide, half-ignoring the boys. We saw Sam come down, concentrating. He landed on his feet (!) and almost lost his balance. Bent at the waist, he steadied himself with his hands on the floor in front of him. As soon as he stopped wobbling, he snapped straight up, threw his hands up in the air, tilted his head back, and smiled.
He had stuck his landing - and made sure everyone knew it!
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Obviously Sam has inherited flamboyant personality traits from someone other than his stoic Scandinavian ancestors. Sam’s use of grand gestures brings to mind his Great-great Uncle Clifford's larger-than-life personality. I just hope Sam doesn’t join the Merchant Marines at 15, drive a convertible with leopard skin upholstery at 20 or phone relatives any time of the day or night to sing Frank Sinatra songs.
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