While many of you are up late tonight shuffling around papers to make the midnight deadline for Uncle Sam, there is one person who is desperately trying to get some sleep.
For the past couple of days (possibly weeks) the baby has been practicing Karate in the comfort of her mothers womb (which is an odd place for a dojo …hum). Several times I have put my hand on Juli’s belly to have my hand beat like a punching bag. There is only one conclusion that I have come up with for all this unnecessary roughness…our baby is going to be the next Karate Kid .
Now I know you may be saying to yourself, “Self, how in the world could the next Karate Kid come from Michael and Juli…I mean they’re the coolest people I know, but they have absolutely no martial-arts skills?” Well, it’s quite a simple answer really…and here it is. Back in the 80’s (or “the good ol’ days” as Juli would say) I was absolutely fascinated with Karate Kid (and secretly so were you).
I watched the movie. I had his fighting style and moves. I had the head band. I even had the “Crane Kick” down to a science. All my years of watching Daniel-Son is finally paying off. Now bow to Mr Miyagi and go wax his truck. Class dismissed.
