New Olympic Sport Born in Westbank Household
My 10 year old son asked permission to have a friend sleep over this past Shabbat, and we said yes. After a pleasant evening meal, including singing and divrei Torah, my son and his friend got into pajamas. I cleared the table and settled down to read a book.
The book was interesting, but my "mom radar" was still tuned into what was happening in the other room. As the level of laughter rose higher and higher, and soon turned into hysterics, I found it more and more difficult to concentrate, and finally decided to investigate what was happening in the other room.
I walked in and found an amusing sight. Both boys had taken a number of throw pillows that I have around the house and they had stuffed them under their pajama shirts. In my son's case, his new figure was a bit of an improvement. My son is not exactly skeletal, but he is pretty skinny. I have had Israelis come up to me and say, "Mama, you have to feed your kid more". (After moving to Israel you automatically receive the inalienable right to give parenting advice to complete strangers!). So what greeted my eyes was a sort of "before and after diet picture", except this time in reverse, changing his figure from, let's say, broomstick to Michelin man.
Now that they had an audience, my son made a request which most mothers of sons dread: "Ima, look!"
Each kid stood at the opposite end of the room, and began waddling their now pudgy bodies toward each other. As they came close, they launched themselves into the air, and with a timing and coordination that Olympic figure skaters would envy, they bumped bellies in mid-air. My son's friend fell to the floor laughing, but my son, with less ballast, careened off him like a ping-pong ball and smashed into the wall.
Every mother says this, but I can say in all seriousness, that my son was literally bouncing off the walls! (And AbbaGav has the nerve to complain about what happens in HIS house when his kids have a sleepover. Wuss)
I made them stop this game when they started to hyperventilate from laughing so hard, and then they came up with this brilliant statement.
"Ima, we know what we want to be for Purim this year. Sumo wrestlers."
That y chromosome is something else.