dgibson
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Well, it all started Saturday at my son's first-ever Tae Kwon Do tournament. The Boy (also known as Sam) LOVES to spar, so he has developed the unfortunate habit of jumping into the ring as soon as he gets his gear on.
The ref called the name of the first contestant--a girl about 3 years older and probably 30 pounds heavier--and then some other similar-sized kid's name. Just then, Sam bounced up raring to go. 
They thought he was the second contestant; I was yelling "Sam, sit down!" and the other kid's dad was yelling "That's not the right kid!" but they didn't hear it. So the two contestants squared off! I'm proud to say that The Boy ran that older, bigger kid all over the ring and never gave her a chance to land a single punch or kick. He had her technically beaten in about 10 seconds. (I know, shame on me for promoting this shameless violence.
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Then, Sunday, Sam and I broke out the "BB gun" and we set up some cans to shoot. We reviewed gun safety and how to aim with iron sights, and he fired away! He did about as well as could be expected for a 5-year-old shooting an adult air rifle, but he had fun and the seeds of future firearms violence were planted.
Finally, the last straw: On Monday, Sam's school teacher gave everyone blank Valentines and asked them to draw something that they love. Sam turned this in:
For those of you who can't understand Post-Modern Juvie Art, that's a drawing of me holding a rifle. (No comments on the small head, please!) Happily, we live in the eminently sane state of KY, so he didn't get suspended on the spot.
So there you go...The Boy has crossed the line into what I hope is permanent non-fuzzy delinquency. I couldn't be prouder.
They thought he was the second contestant; I was yelling "Sam, sit down!" and the other kid's dad was yelling "That's not the right kid!" but they didn't hear it. So the two contestants squared off! I'm proud to say that The Boy ran that older, bigger kid all over the ring and never gave her a chance to land a single punch or kick. He had her technically beaten in about 10 seconds. (I know, shame on me for promoting this shameless violence.
Then, Sunday, Sam and I broke out the "BB gun" and we set up some cans to shoot. We reviewed gun safety and how to aim with iron sights, and he fired away! He did about as well as could be expected for a 5-year-old shooting an adult air rifle, but he had fun and the seeds of future firearms violence were planted.
Finally, the last straw: On Monday, Sam's school teacher gave everyone blank Valentines and asked them to draw something that they love. Sam turned this in:
For those of you who can't understand Post-Modern Juvie Art, that's a drawing of me holding a rifle. (No comments on the small head, please!) Happily, we live in the eminently sane state of KY, so he didn't get suspended on the spot.
So there you go...The Boy has crossed the line into what I hope is permanent non-fuzzy delinquency. I couldn't be prouder.
