Today The Boy started Karate. Thursday they may ask him not to come back.
You see, his listening skills during his private lesson today? Less than stellar. I'd even venture so far as to say They Royally SUCKED. Wait, no. I'd go even further and state that they were Nonexistent.
He acted like a 2 year old on Red Koolaid, cupcake icing and chocolate M&M Crack.
But he rocked out the outfit, right? We make Karate look Goooood.
Boundless energy, inability to focus long enough to get a direction - to the point of once? He was being told where to put his hands and mid-putting-his-hands our son goes Oh Look There's An Airplane Out the Window.
Head.Banging.Against.Wall.From.Parents.
We managed to gather our wits and get it together enough to practice kicks. Barely. Took a little bit more redirection even with the kicks

Today we learned about saying SIR. And that if we don't follow directions and pay attention? Mommy & Daddy will make us say I'm Sorry to Mr. Berryhill. And that until we get our White Belt we can't go out in the Big Room with the Other Kids. Thursday's the Big Day for White Belt - here's to hoping The Boy gets it together between now & then.
I will say fatigue/exhaustion may be a contributing factor & we best get a good night's sleep the next night before. This was The State of The Boy at 7:45 this evening
Side note unrelated to Karate: The Boy rocked the house on his Progress Report from school. Kindergarten Rocks!










