Federer almost killed us last night. Keeping us up until 3am. Heart-wrenching stuff. Didn't want to believe that the Fed era was going to be brought to a close by some relative no name. His record of 18 straight semi-finals is one of the most extraordinary in sports. So, we're a little sleepy today.
Molly's new joke:
Me: Molly, where's your belly-button?
Molly: Lifts her pant legs to reveal her knees. Pats both knees. Looks up at me with serious face. Pause, pause. Then says, "Noooooooo" and commences giggling.
Jacob thinks this is so funny that he wants to do it too, except that when you ask him where his belly button is, he can't resist lifting his shirt to show you. So, he reveals his belly button and then does the knee routine.
Jacob's new joke:
The kids are enjoying some of the tennis in the afternoons. They love looking for the ball (whenever it disappears, Molly goes into her "where da ba ba ba go?" routine, and both break into thunderous applause whenever anyone is shown clapping.
So, when we turn on the tennis, Jacob looks up and says "hockey" (one of his favourite words). I say, "no Jacob, it's tennis". He nods solemnly and says, "yeah, ... hockey" and spins around and gives me a goofball grin.
2 comments:
Serge says, "the BBC spent more time reporting last night's five set loss by the allegedly future maybe-one-day inshallah british grand slam winner than Federer's win. pff. Now that BBC live coverage of the tournament is over, we'll try to find a way to watch Fed-Djok and Fed-Nadal (if Rafa overcomes the French armada)."
LC says, your kids could do stand up at the local bar if ever you guys need a quick buck. they're hilarious.
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