They believe they can fly. They (probably) believe they can touch the sky…
They told me they could.
I didn’t believe them.
They then started jumping, quite expertly, from 1 sofa to the other.
It’s actually quite a long way, especially for 3-year-olds.
“See, Daddy: I told you!”
They had their first day back at pre-school today, & it went surprisingly well. When we picked them up they presented us with great pictures they’d made for us.
Just for this week it’s 1 – 3.30, then 9-1 from next week for the rest of the term. The school want them to do a full day to 3.30 but we think that’s too long.
We picked them early so they could have a rest before their first gym class.
They loved it! They really enjoyed running around, stretching & jumping in the warm-up. Then, in a little group of the 4 youngest, they walked forwards, backwards & sideways on the beam, rolled forwards, backwards & sideways down a padded slope, & swung on a rope.
Then: the vault! We were hoping they’d get to do something on that apparatus!
The idea, we saw later, was for them to run up, jump on the spring-board & reach for the vault with their hands. The teachers, 1 on each side, were then to help lift them to a standing position on the vault.
“This should be interesting” we thought as we watched from on high, as Jake prepared to take his run-up.
And away he went! Running faster than any little boy ever should, he hurtled towards the vault. He jumped on to the spring-board: Boing!
So far so good!
Except instead of a neat landing on the vault with his hands, he went hurtling through the air, completely clearing the vault & zooming right over to the other side! A flying Jake!
The last thing we saw were his legs as they rapidly disappeared behind the vault.
The teachers seemed a little concerned, no doubt mentally checking their indemnity insurance & trying to remember who the parents were & whether or not they had many tattoos. Or worse: sharp suits.
We were a little worried, to be honest – but only a little. We’d seen the sofa-jumps!
He was fine. He emerged smiling, & I could imagine him saying – as he often does after a death-defying leap – “I’m awight”.
Now, if someone could just help me get those blasted Westlife (or is it Boyzone? I can never remember) songs out of my head…
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