Jack and I are taking our final pre-tests this Friday for our black belts. Can you say holy sh*t??
It’s been a long 3 years yo! Jack is so excited. And of course so am I. Good accomplishment for an old lady ha ha.
I catch Jack flexing in the mirror and checking out his “muscles”. Though I have to admit they are in there and ready to come out. But right now he’s so tall and lanky.
Jack: I’m a jock you know.
Jack: (flexing) Yeah an 8-year-old jock!
(Said as he goes off to put on his glasses, bury himself in Harry Potter for an hour and then play on the computer)
me: Ummm… I think there’s gonna be another name for you…