Tuesday, February 23, 2016

In Flight

Eli 14.6 is learning how to juggle five balls.

Quite a few people can juggle three balls (I can). Quite a few less can juggle four. Almost no one can juggle five.

He's doing 12-15 tosses before he loses the pattern, so he's on his way.

He's also exploring bounce juggling, which is its own separate thing, apparently.

We were on the way to his dry land workout today.

"Dad, I'm looking at getting some Dube silicon balls for bounce juggling," he said. "Eighty percent rebound."

"That's impressive," said. "That's almost no loss of height at all."

"I know, right?" he said. "But they're expensive. They're fifty dollars each!"

"Maybe you could find balls that have the same rebound characteristics that aren't specifically made for juggling," I said.

"Maybe," he said, "but all the Dube stuff is really first rate. I think I'm just going to save up for them."

We reached the rink and went inside, and he warmed up upstairs in the workout area.

"Hey, I have an idea," I said, right before he started jumping. "If you can jump 9'3", I'll get you those bounce balls."

"Oh, Dad!" he said, laughing. "You know what happens when you do that. Every time."

He's right. Every time I bet him, I lose. At least three times on this specific exercise alone. But he just jumped 9'0" for the first time a few weeks ago. 9'3" is impossible, and I'm not joking.

First jump. He lines up, flies through the air. 9'0".

"That was long," I said.

"Just wait," he said, laughing.

Second jump.

It's huge. "Oh, that was IT!" he shouts as he lands.


"I welcome my cyborg jumping robot overlord," I said. He shakes my hand, laughing.

"The government may come at night and take you to a secret underground facility in Nevada for testing," I said.

I'm making sure I turn on the alarm at night.

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