Hiiiii Yaaaaa! Shouted one of the boys in Zee's Taekwondo class. It was Zee's first day and I was not quite sure how it would go.
There were six very young students in total in the class and the teacher was a young girl with the Korean garb, a black belt, and an a Muslim head covering. She wore a smile but I approached her with caution. I stayed in the class much of the time and was pleased to see that Zee was performing the moves and hitting and kicking the bags. There were two older brothers of 9 and 10 who beat on each other most of the time and I could see Zee forming a small grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye as the older brother kicked the younger one in the stomach and made him bend over gasping for breath. I wondered if Teo will become Zee's new punching and kicking bag....Hiiiii Yaaaaa!
After Zee's lesson V and I met some friends for lunch. I realized how hungry I was as the sauce and fixin's in the hamburger ran down my fast and hands. I looked up and found Vanessa eyeing me? How uncouth and uncultured I am I thought as I forgot my manners as I wolfed down the cow...but then I looked over and saw my buddy's face full of grease and cheese. I had forgotten how good a burger tasted...especially doused with melted Blue Cheese..............yummy for my tummy.
After lunch we hopped a bajai to our friend's son's 3rd birthday party. It was nice and included a water balloon fight, food, and pinata; however, a closer look revealed a sense of PTSD among all the parents present - yep, us too. At times, when you took the time to pause and look around I noticed the thousand yard stare, the sleep deprivation noted in the baggy droopy eyes, the aging taking place right in front of your face as one of the children slipped and fell or took a water balloon in the face......and then the cry and the immediate shock of wondering if it is your child that wakes you up for your slight stupor or if it isn't your child whose child is it and what is the situation and was it your child creating the crying....the trauma of parenting was evident upon further analysis. I must note that most of the crying was caused by the fathers tossing the balloons at each other which ended up missing and plastering the kids......boys will be boys.
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