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So. Froglet came home with a brand new Skip It yesterday. Apparently she got it at school. She showed it to me proudly, then took the ring in her hand, swung the ball bolas-style over her head and promptly hit the wall with it, which made both her and her sister laugh. When I politely asked her to please refrain from demolishing the house, she lost interest and went back to the playroom to practice handstands and cartwheels and push-ups again *facepalm*
Later on, Husband suggested I show the children how to use thebolas skip it, and since we'd been toasting someone's brand new degree *g* and I was a little tipsy, I decided to give it a try. "Oh, look girls", Husband exclaimed, "mummy's making a SHOW!"
Now, I have to say, grace and coordination are not my forte. Thanks to a good sense of music and rhythm -- and also enough maths to count up to eight -- I am a passable dancer when needed, but I'll never be a very graceful one. Also, the skip-it refused stubbornly to cooperate. I first spent 30 seconds hopping on one foot while trying to fit the other one through theshackle ring while Husband and the girls made fun of me. Once I managed to get my foot through, I tried to get the bloody thing to TURN around my ankle, but since it was hobbit-sized kid-sized, and my pant leg kept falling on top of it and held it in place, it just stayed exactly where it was and the ball alone turned around my leg until the string got to short and it hit my calf with a thud. Which happened truly fast, since I never quite managed to get the hang of the skipping part.
So picture me, in the middle of the living room, hopping about to keep my balance since both ankles are now tied together with a piece of string, and the ball is happily bouncing after me to the family's great delight, and Husband is cheering me on.
Froglet *pensive voice* The problem is that mummy's feet aren't getting any smaller.
rainette *blinks*
Hubsand *cracks up*
rainette: RIGHT! *takes thing off foot*
Tadpole *bursts into tears* BUT I WANT MUMMY TO DO THE SHOOOOOOOOOOOW! *sob*
*HEADTHUNK* well, I should count my blessings, really: at least Husband didn't take any pictures.
Later on, Husband suggested I show the children how to use the
Now, I have to say, grace and coordination are not my forte. Thanks to a good sense of music and rhythm -- and also enough maths to count up to eight -- I am a passable dancer when needed, but I'll never be a very graceful one. Also, the skip-it refused stubbornly to cooperate. I first spent 30 seconds hopping on one foot while trying to fit the other one through the
So picture me, in the middle of the living room, hopping about to keep my balance since both ankles are now tied together with a piece of string, and the ball is happily bouncing after me to the family's great delight, and Husband is cheering me on.
Froglet *pensive voice* The problem is that mummy's feet aren't getting any smaller.
rainette *blinks*
Hubsand *cracks up*
rainette: RIGHT! *takes thing off foot*
Tadpole *bursts into tears* BUT I WANT MUMMY TO DO THE SHOOOOOOOOOOOW! *sob*
*HEADTHUNK* well, I should count my blessings, really: at least Husband didn't take any pictures.
