Aidan and I have invented a new game. At least that’s what I’m calling it.
For some time now Aidan has been joining me at the computer as I slap together my blog posts. He watches me as I enact my pre-blog ritual: staring blankly at the screen, downing a tankard of pitch-black coffee in three gulps, chasing it with a shot of vodka, and then typing, relentlessly pounding the keyboard, publishing my post (on average) about four minutes later. Aidan watches and takes notes.
What Aidan does instead is sit on my lap and craftily attempt to sabotage my work. Aidan is extremely handy with his feet (how do you like that?), which makes me afraid that he’ll be a soccer star instead of playing at KU and then in the NBA. But more to the point, he likes to push and kick things with his feet. So as he sits there, helping me type and occasionally offering editorial suggestions, he will deviously move his feet closer and closer to the keyboard. (At this stage in his life, he has the flexibility of a very large frog.)
Then, after he has inched his toes up to the keyboard, WHAM! he disables it with a sudden kick. Fortunately, It didn’t take long for me to catch onto his little game.
Now our blogging sessions go like this:
Aidan moves his feet up on the keyboard. I push them down. Aidan looks away, then inches his feet towards the keyboard and I push ‘em down. Aidan smiles up at me and lifts his feet onto the—I push them down. Aidan does a little crow (like Peter Pan) and shoves his—I push them down. Aidan spits up (a clever diversion) and slides—I push them down. Aidan twitches his calf muscles—I push them down. Aidan moves—I push them down. I push them down. Push them down, push them down, push them down.
I’m not sure what surprises me more, this kid’s willpower, his persistence, or his strength and agility. I can see an epic struggle for dominion approaching on the horizon.