Our son is 6.
His 7th birthday is weeks away.
He will balance a seemingly insufficient number
of toes
on the tiny ledge made by
our very old and tall floor trim
with hands flat on walls on either side and call out
"Mom. Look." as calmly and self assured as
I am just as certain I never was.
We nod and toss the words
'stunt man' to linger in the air behind us,
and for his 7th birthday,
discuss whether getting him stunt ramps
for his bike
is a good idea,
and how getting two is
probably better than just one,
because--he will go up very high as fast as he can,
and always gaining, shaving slights of seconds off his personal best
and down again,
but it will be smoother
than falling off a cliff.
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