Jon has decided to bike Regan to Karate. It's about fiveish miles round trip. Regan LOVES riding to Karate.
Cute little bugger.
Regan is NOT a good sport. He lives in a black and white world where the point of playing a game/sport is to win. IF you don't win then it's ALL bad. And the scene he makes is all bad. It's hang your parent head in shame and pray it ends soon bad.
We have spent that last couple of years TRYING to channel his super competitive/black/white personality toward something that he can do successfully without "failing."
Well after much prayer and consideration we signed Regan up for Karate. Uniforms are optional so we will see if he likes Karate enough to do more that one semester, if he does we will suit up.
Jon takes him. They are loving the Daddy Son time.
He LOVED the first class. Came home and it was Sensei this and Sensei that. Apparently Sensei can do no wrong. He gets weekly homework. First weeks homework is "no arguing with parents." I might be in wove with Sensei.