My boys are taking fencing. It's a half-assed program taught through the rec program but through some scheduling fiasco the only two people in the class are my sons so you can't be the price for a private fencing lesson.
The instructor looks like he should be at a boxing club instead of a fencing club but he's a nice guy. A little old school though... He teaches the boys the death grip and then tells them that if he ever sees them doing it on a girl he will kill them.
Tonight the boys weren't really paying attention to their footwork. And then the younger one had to go to the bathroom. The instructor suited up against my oldest son (9) and sort of schooled him. (My son DID get in some touches which I was proud of.)
When my younger son came back and saw what was happening he raced to get his equipment on so that he could run to his brother's aid.
The instructor observed this and said, "Well done."
Later, when we got home my younger son had a meltdown at the dinner table. He pretty much refused to eat anything that wasn't white until he was 8 a couple of weeks ago when the doctor said, "It's time to start eating meat that isn't deep fried and things that are green."
Since then we've had him try one or two MINISCULE bites of previously objectionable food every night at dinner.
He finally realized that chicken is "bland" and "You can't even taste the carrots." in soup.
Tonight, however he refused to eat either the chicken or the carrots that we gave him (despite having eaten both of them last night.)
His brother offered to eat a carrot with him (My older son HATES carrots) but he refused.
He went to his room but then rallied and decided that he would do it.
He came downstairs scooped up one carrot (sliced thin,) one piece of chicken and piled the rest of the fork high with rice pilaf. He ate it in one gulp and chugged it down with milk. Not exactly the spirit of the law but this is the second day back from vacation and we are all exhausted.
My older son watched this and then said, "Hey, I think I owe you something. " He walked over and grabbed a carrot and put it in his mouth. His face showed how much he hated carrots but softened when his brother nodded and said, "Thank you."
Awesome! They will beat the living tar out of each other but then have each other's backs without a second thought.
Posted by: Dawn | February 29, 2012 at 11:14 AM
that's so sweet....I wish my boys were like this more. They are only nice when they think I'm not watching, lol.
Posted by: Lori | February 29, 2012 at 11:14 AM
What does he do when you put something green on his plate?
Posted by: joeinvegas | February 29, 2012 at 01:19 PM
Ur kids are so darn cute it's rediculous. Are you sure they are real? Seriousness... To darn cute...
Posted by: Jaimie | February 29, 2012 at 01:26 PM
So cute....
Glazed carrots maybe? With some honey and butter? Love them.
Posted by: Lisa | February 29, 2012 at 02:10 PM
I hope, when my daughter is old enough to understand that kind of gesture, my son does similar things for his baby sis.
Posted by: Brea | February 29, 2012 at 03:35 PM
This is so sweet. I hope my boys are this good to each other as they get older.
Posted by: Meghan | February 29, 2012 at 07:37 PM
What a cool brother-thing to do.
Posted by: Jessie Powell | March 01, 2012 at 09:18 AM
Good to see the boys looking out for each other.
Fencing is, seriously, something that I wish I could get into -- I think it'd be fun and be a great workout.
Posted by: John | March 01, 2012 at 09:47 AM
Good to see the boys looking out for each other.
Posted by: Jordans 2012 | March 03, 2012 at 04:12 AM