Nate’s the kind of kid that doesn’t appear to be listening that intently, and yet, he is in fact soaking it all in. His teacher, Maestra Iron, noticed in kindergarten that she couldn’t tell if he was engaged, and yet he’d surprise her with his accurate responses to her questions in Spanish.
Last Friday, Nate came with me to my private Pilates appointment. It didn’t seem like he was paying attention at all. I was whimpering in pain and he didn’t even bother to look up from my phone.
That night when we got home, he did a great interpretation of my instructor– attempting to do a bridge and yelling out her most frequent commands about tightening my backside. He could barely hold it, which gave me a little more cred in the athletics department. So he was listening…
Over dinner a few nights before, Nate turns to me and says, straight-faced, “I like thick chicks, Netflix, and Olive Garden bread sticks.”
They tell me he read this on the back of a truck… months ago. I’m afraid he’ll probably never forget it.