Today we had to surround ourselves with little kids, so that they could pass the ball back to us. But you can expect little help from little ones.
If, for example, one of them runs after the ball and catches it, he will not just throw it back to us. Because he knows that he will not be able to throw it that far. So he runs and puffs back with the ball. But as he gets closer, he does not throw the ball either. Otherwise he will look like a girl, who cannot kick the ball with her foot.*
And he does not want everyone to think that he is like a girl, who cannot kick the ball with her foot. So this kid puts the ball down on the ground. But he cannot just kick the ball either. He needs to take at least a few steps back to kick with some force.
So he takes a few steps back. But the ball starts to roll away. Meanwhile we are just standing and waiting.
At that point it occurs to the kid that the ball needs to be placed so that it does not roll. And again he runs up and kicks it. But when one of the little kids kicks a ball, it can fly in any direction.
So it turned out that it would be better if one of us would just run for the ball himself. But we still waited for the kids to do it. Because, first, it was very funny to watch them. And second, we let the little kids get used to the ball too. We did not mind.
That night I was telling my parents how funny it was to watch the little kid attempt to kick the ball. And Mom said that maybe it was the first time ever that this little kid had kicked a ball. And Dad noted that the important thing was that it should not be his last time.
And I saw that Mom was not at all pleased with Dad’s comment. She gave him THE look and told me that Dad hoped that the father of the little kid would, one day, buy him a ball. And Dad agreed that he really did hope that the father of the little kid could, some day, buy him a ball.* But I felt that Mom was still not satisfied with Dad’s comment.
And she said, “For all your Aesopian language and your big mouth…” and then stopped for a second. But I continued for her, “… you will end up in prison someday.”
And Mom and Dad started to laugh. Because it was very funny.
Мой друг Глеб Парам
И вот т
И мы с Гл
Ф
И Череп
А ещ
И ф
Тогд
Тут ф
А я спрос