Life is a Slam Dunk
My son takes after my husband in so many ways — looks, especially. But lately, it’s his fierce love of basketball that so often makes him a carbon copy of his father, a man whose job it is to talk about basketball on TV.
All that business they say about the apple not falling far from the tree? Truth.
Superhero, 5, is in a hilarious stage right now: Nearly everything he touches must be slam dunked.
Whether we’re cleaning up Legos or Hot Wheels or plastic food from the toy kitchen, each individual item is subjected to a showy dunk from wherever he is in the room.
If we’re playing a board game, he slam dunks the dice into my palm, sometimes removing them and doing it over in slo-mo. “Instant replay, mom!,” he’ll shout.
It probably adds about 20 minutes to the total time of the game, but who am I to stop him from doing something that brings him so much joy? The guy has loved basketball since he could walk.
Showing the kiddie hoop who’s boss three years ago.
And over the years, he’s developed some skills. He easily sinks shots on a regulation size hoop, and can embarrass me in a game of HORSE. I’m thrilled that he loves to be outside and play and exercise.
Last summer, right around his 5th birthday.
Many of the books he checks out from his school library are reference books on basketball teams. He’s got all the teams and mascots memorized.
But my favorite quirk right now is how he interprets the word “versus.”
“DAD! The Celtics are versing the Spurs right now!”Or, when my husband goes to work to cover a basketball game, he’ll ask, “Who are the Celtics versing tonight?”
Someday soon, he’ll get it right, but I have no desire to correct him. It’s just too cute.
The other day, I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. He said, “On Sundays and Thursdays, I want to play in the NBA. On Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Saturdays, I want to be a firefighter. On Mondays and Fridays, I will rest.”
Sheesh, and I thought my schedule was intense.
When Superhero started kindergarten last fall, I knew that I’d miss him so much for those seven hours each day. And I do.
But I also love the little dude he is becoming, and wanted to record this snippet of him so it doesn’t slip away over time. Because not keeping these memories somewhere for myself, and maybe even him? Well, that would be one heck of an air ball on my part.
The Wild Rumpus 
Great post. Love getting to know your kids through your blog! xo
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Thank you, sweet friend! I love seeing CLB grow up on your FB page. Miss you!
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I wish I could like this post multiple times. Once for each great pic, twice for his quotes, and once for the way your love for him jumps off the page.
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Thank you so much. That is the sweetest comment I could ever receive.
I appreciate you reading and taking the time to make my day with your nice note. xoxo
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My five year old is so similar! I LOVE that age. The kids are so clever. Mine loves football and everything is “instant replay.” In slow motion. Lol
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I love it, too. So much fun! Went to a birthday party at a sports place today with eight 5-6 year olds. To see them all in a group doing their moves was hilarious. 🙂
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