The vacation has started. The vacation from school for the children. This is no vacation for me. Four kids barking orders, complaining about trivial nuances in breakfast regime. You all shall sleep in. … and then get up. …. and fix your breaky like humans do.
We like to give our children a real, life, human experience when they are off. They wander. They camp. They take on boredom like a nine-year-old heckles his younger sister. “Screw you boredom … you are ugly” following up with a picture of how ugly you are.
Right, Cockroach leg. So, the kids sang and danced and sang and danced and did a play and some more dance and some more singing and am I helping you feel how long this all was and more dance and singing and audience participation, but wait more dancing.
But I captured our youngest child flipping around before showtime. Kicking her leg out like no ligaments were involved. This is “Cockroach Leg.” My sister Laura will confirm. I believe it was at a Denny’s restaurant. Order in. Waitress nice. While waiting for our meal, a cockroach climbed up the booth and did a little “hi y’all doodle doo?” To which, my lizard response was, “squish that mofo. right leg. grand battement.” Dancer joke, not willing to explain it. Though, my sister thought this hilarious and potentially odd. Cockroach dead. Meal served. My high kick now has a name.
My youngest clearly has this tendency. Cockroaches of France … beware.