First and foremost, Hank rules. He doesn’t make fun of me when I want to do something silly – usually – and in fact, many times, he jumps in right alongside me.
Today was thankfully one of those days.
We’ve done a lot of cheering for our 9yo. We’ve done a lot of picture taking and celebrating and woo-hoo-ing and high-fiving. When it comes to the low man on the totem pole, the 5yo, sometimes we’re already pooped out at this point in life and we don’t take the time to completely and fully embarrass him like we should.
Hank helped me color a poster today, in order to do a fine job of embarrassing the last loin fruit in our family tree.
We hid the poster from him until he had stretched and warmed up and run his first lap. No need to give away all of your secrets right away, you know.
And then… he saw it.
By the time he came ’round on the 10th lap or so, he was a pro. And so were we.
This is one of my favorite things about parenting: being “those” guys.
But I think Ewan rather liked it.
He asked if he got to keep the poster and hang it in his room. ;)
And then he did a lap with it.