Born to Perform

B, who's three, has come up with quite an imagination and a desire to perform. One week he went from complete meat head - playing nothing but tackle football and "jump on the nearest prone human being" - to Drama King. He likes to twirl in the hallway, sing "AAAAAmerica!" with a flourish, and call it ballet. He has requested ballet instruction, and tights in orange, blue, black and pink. (I'm all for this feminine side so I looked around for a class. They're all full now. Honest. But I was able to get him into gymnastics.) He has announced that he has four sisters who live in Hawaii in a house with him by the ocean. Their names are Butter, Toast, Tree and Jam. (Yes he likes to eat.) Apparently he also owns a shiny red car in Hawaii. Someday I'd like to visit him there.

Rest assured (or ho hum), the kid is still a meat head. He is prepped to be a "Super 9er" for Halloween next week. This is a costume consisting of his 49ers jersey, pants and helmet, with a special accoutrement which is his Batman cape. The outfit is finished off by his sprint through the room yelling "I am BB, SUPER NINERRRRR!" If he grows tired of this costume after the parade and party that will happen before the 31st ever arrives, perhaps he'll Trick or Treat in a tutu. Personally, I'd like that.