The other evening, we brought the boys to a nearby football field for some exercise. Before we unbuckled him from his car seat, we reminded (more like warned) Mr A about the “no carry” policy when at the field — for some reason, this boy has a tendency of wanting to be carried. He gave us a big nod.It was all good.
We stood in a circle in the middle of the field, the four of us, with the intention of kicking the ball to each other. Athan, being the Mr A that he is, defied all the rules, running after the ball every time it was being kicked to someone and hand-passing it to each one of us in turn. I felt tired for him, but he was happy to be running. No kidding. Calvin and the father ended up playing a game whereby they had to run and kick the ball from goal post to goal post. That was exhausting, well, at least to me. But the boy wanted more! I stopped. And when they got tired of kicking ball, the father wanted to get on with his kicking and punching (part of his martial arts training) exercises. I took over the boys.
All they wanted to do was to run — again! One of them wanted to be “Astro Boy” while the other wanted to be “Iron Man” that could fly like an aeroplane — guess who wanted to be what?
Mr A stretched his arms out in front of himself and “whhhooooooo”, he was off flying like Astro Boy while Mr C lifted his arms out by his side like an aeroplane and pretended to be the flying Iron Man. They were having a race. They won’t let me off the hook — they wanted me to be “Bumble-Bee”(from the toy known as transformers, and I was supposed be the girl-bumblebee! LOL!). Well, being the good sport that I am (ahem), of course I obliged to their request. We had a race. Numerous races in fact, till I *begged* them to take a rest. 🙂
The boys really have boundless of energy that I am so envious of. I felt old. I really did. My fitness level has definitely dropped over the years due to the lack of exercise. I would love to have loads of energy so that I am able to run with the boys and enjoy the time with them. Got to build up my stamina, I told myself. For a start, I am thinking I should go to the field more often with the boys and run after them. 🙂
By the way, Mr A did not asked to be carried, not even once, when we were on the field. 🙂