Posts Tagged ‘basketball’

On Tuesdays, I play basketball and I take Nariah with me until Toya picks her up. Now that we’ve switched to school from daycare, the pickup arrangements have changed. The school is right by the house so it actually just makes sense to pick her up and then go home and change and then head to basketball instead of coming with all my clothes like I used to.

The first time trying this new method, Nariah asked me to get her hula hoop and jump rope. Nothing wrong there, but I failed to mention I was changing my clothes. Nariah wanted to stay in the outside while I went outside to “get her stuff”. When I came back outside : “What happened to your clothes? Why did you change
Oh I changed so I wouldn’t have to change at the gym, this would be faster
Ooooooh…… OK……

Fast forward a week to yesterday. I pick Nariah up from school and as we walk back to the car, I remind her that its basketball day. She’s a little excited and she asks are we going home first.
Daddy, are you going to change clothes again?
Not this time baby, We’re running a little behind today
OK good!
Why do you say that?!?
You took FOREVER last time. I thought you had died or something!

Now I know death isn’t funny. But I couldn’t help but laughing at this one. The innocence of kids these days.

It was a nice spur of the moment Saturday. We decided to go down to DC to see the MLK Jr memorial since we haven’t seen it yet. I thought it would be cool if we took Nariah’s new bike down and learned to ride on the waterfront afterwards. So we saw the memorial and rode the bike. Nice fun time. As we’re winding down, Toya is changing Toryn’s diaper at the car. Nariah and I walk to the waters edge to see the airplanes landing at Reagan airport. Now over the past month or so, Nariah has claimed that she’s speedy fast. So fast, that she is in fact, faster than everyone in the family, especially me. Sooooo, she decides to challenge me right here and now.

Daddy, lets race now, and I’ll show you I’m faster than you!
Oh boy… Nariah, now? We’ve been walking all day, and you’ve been riding your bike, and my neck is still sore from that diving incident.
Awww man, we’re never gonna race.
But Nariah, you can’t beat me. I am Daddy!” Yes, I said this in the ominous booming voice full of deep bass.
Yes I can, you don’t understand, I’m speedy fast, my legs go like this…” and she proceeds to run in place and then displays the Usain Bolt victory pose.

So now I’ve been punked… again by my daughter. Its on now!
Ok, you asked for it! Just know this, I’m not your friend right now, this is war! What tree are we going to?

We agree on the tree and… on your mark… get set… go!

Like I’m sure all parents do, I toyed with her for a little bit before winning by a good measure. I got to the tree first and did a maniacal laugh for extra fun, “Muah ha ha hahahahah, I am… DADDY!!!!!!

(A little backdrop for what happens next. I play basketball with a bunch of coworkers every Tuesday and Nariah comes with me until Toya picks her up on her way home from work. Most of us are older guys, but there are a few younger whippersnappers in there who run up and down the court like little jackalopes that drank three 5hour energy drinks and a red bull.)

Ok, this wasn’t right! Daddy, we’re racing back to the other tree, and this time, run like you run at basketball.
At basketball? I thought you said I look good out there?
You do daddy, but you’re slow, you run like this…
Nariah proceeds to sloppily jog in place like a slow zombie with her head flip flopping from side to side.
That’s how I know I can beat you!

I was dying laughing in between realizing my feelings were hurt. I guess I have to get in shape and keep up with the young whippersnappers when she’s looking.