I know I tend to be a bit dramatic from time to time, exaggerate a little every now and then, but I am not stretching at all when I say Kendall is OBSESSED with sports.
A conversation from last weekend:
“Kendall, do you ever play with these toys?” I asked as I held up last year’s *hot* Christmas toy, a Sing-a-ma-jig, one of a pair he got from his Aunt Kelly.
“Is it for sports?” he asked without looking up from his hockey stick while chasing a hockey puck around the kitchen.
“Uhm, well, no.”
“Then I don’t play with it.”
(Sorry Aunt Kelly! At least Leyna enjoys them.)
When he was 20 months old, he begged to sleep with his football the night before the Superbowl.
One of his first words was “buhball.” He’s been known to choose ESPN over Nick Jr. The only kind of dress-up he plays is when he dresses up in his daddy’s old jerseys. He has a ball hoarding problem.
And, we all know how much he loves baseball.
Last week, he and the other kids in his class told their teacher what they are thankful for. She nicely recorded the answers on a list, and laminated them for the parents to keep. While most children’s lists looked something like this:
Kendall’s looked like this:
In case you can’t read that, it says:
football and soccer fields
balls and bats
On the very last line his teacher encouraged him to think of something or someone he may have forgotten.
“Kendall, are you sure there aren’t any people you’re thankful for or anything else other than sports?” she asked.
“OH! Oh yeah!” he exclaimed. His eyes lit up.
“And punching! I LOVE punching.”
And so the last line of his “Thankful” list states that he’s thankful for “punching.”
And I? I am thankful for a little boy who is full of enthusiasm and energy, and a house with very few things of value in it. I would be even more thankful if I had a padded room in this house… or a basketball court. Since that’s not a reality, I am heavily considering getting him a punching bag for Christmas.
Kendall is 3.5 years old and a freaking riot