Things I never thought I'd say:
"Predator does lousy in freestyle. He doesn't give himself enough shock travel and always ends up breaking his truck."
"That track looks tacky today. We're going to see a lot of rollovers and bicycling." (and we do.)
"He can still race. It just looks like he broke a sway bar." (the official diagnosis later: he broke a sway bar.)
Sound like gibberish to you? Yeah, it would have to me before The Boy too. I don't know how he found it. It must have been some random channel surfing on my part, but he loves monster trucks. When you get right down to it though, it's sort of a blessing. A long race is a smidge over 30 seconds. He could have gotten into nascar. That would have blown. Those damn races last way past sensibility. Maybe if I took a nail gun to the head -- I'm thinking it would have to be at least a 2-inch nail -- I would be at the approximate frame of mind it would take to sit through a nascar race. It just bores the crap out of me. No offense if that's your bag.
Anyway, it's funny to watch The Boy play with his toy monster trucks and do a play-by-play on the races. He has all the announcer tag phrases down. He does whole competitions and blurts out things like, "That broken spindle is gonna keep Scarlet Bandit out of the finals!" or "He did not get both tires up the stack. That will be a five-second penalty."
The other day he fell off his bike (he's fine btw, they should make tanks out of little boys. They would be indestructible. Unless mommy is looking. Then the tank would break down in tears every time it scratched its paint and ask to be held.) and it was due to a "problem with the rear steering. It must have broken when he ran over the last car stack." Yeah. I see that a lot on my bike too.
It's fun to watch kids grow and I can't wait to see what other interests he picks up in the future...as long as they don't suck, of course. He's doing okay for now though. I guess I'll have to wait until he can actually read until I can foster his interest in writing. I guess I'll just have to watch the Monster Jam finals in Vegas for now.
5 comments:
I read your first paragraph, certain you were smoking something, and then I read, "Sound like gibberish to you?" and I thought, 'Whew, thank God.'
It's so great to see them get interested in somthing, isn't it? They just get so ABSORBED. Of course, it's not so cool when you have to call them for dinner 47 times because they were so absorbed that they didn't hear you. Grrrr.
How cute! Wait till he is interested in ladies legs and swearing in different languages... then you will know you are alive.
That's a stitch.
And I was worried about the first paragraph, too! Scratching my head...
Dude, Pokemon is in your near future. God help you...I cannot hear one more thing about Charizard or whatever the hell it is and what type of fire/water/make me mental sign it is. Let me know when you get there, I'll be here for ya.
Monster Truck? We took our son to a Monster Truck ralley last fall. We thought he would love it. He, in fact, did not love it. We did though.
Sadly, unlike a few of your commenters here, I knew exactly what you were talking about in the first paragraph. Wait, maybe that wasn't sad after all.
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