Thursday, 7 February 2013
Speaking Spanish, misunderstanding martial arts . . .
Having taken everything at school in his stride, The B has decided that the time has come to add some extra-curricular activities to his schedule . . .
I decided last month (a little unfairly, perhaps, having not consulted him on the matter) that he didn't want to sign up for the after-school football club.
But, when he came home the other day, adamant that he'd like to spend his weekends attending a local Spanish class, we felt that it'd be wrong to deny him.
The B loves his language lessons and, when the teacher responsible for capturing his imagination told the class that she had started an after-hours Spanish Club, it was inevitable that he'd be amongst those clamouring to sign up.
He has his first class this weekend, after which, he has informed me already, he's keen to sample some more out-of-school action.
Next on his list are the martial arts, although he doesn't really understand what such things entail.
The other day, after school, he told me that his best friend attends a taekwondo class . . .
'I want to do that too,' he said.
I asked him to explain taekwondo to me.
The B thought about this for a moment.
'I think it's a bit like tennis,' he said.
For the time being, all things considered, I think we'll just stick to the Spanish . . .