Heh. She's just started padwork actually. If I hold up a focus mitt and say "biff-biff!" she runs up, palm strikes it and runs off.
Pre-emptive strike for the win!
Me: I feel guilty hitting a child ;_;
PASmith's Daughter: Preemptive strike to the man sack!!
*She runs*
*Me Lays on the ground writhing in agony*
We are all concerned against the street fighter, or knife, or mob gang, when the threat we should really be worried about is PASmiths daughter. She's cute, fast, and can punch you so fast that by the time you realize the agonizing pain she'll be already gone.
Have you met her Seventh?
I tell...she plays "horsey". Which basically means jumping on daddy when he's chilling out laying on the floor and going "clip-clop!, clip-clop!"
I've done some knockdown body conditioning. Big lads shin kicking me across the torso etc.
And yet a toddler landing on my diaphragm is worse.
random fun thing: picked up a folded receipt from a grocery store (receipt in norwegian is kvittering). the part that was visible said "behold kvittering". (meaning keep the receipt)
i am amused at the fact that now that we have talked about the word "indeed", there is a certain illusion of me saying indeed more often than i actually do (and i have probably written it over ten times today, having been awake for only 2 and a half hours), simply because i'm more conscious of it.