On New Year's Eve, we participated in something pretty amazing. We went to our local museum/theatre, which happens to have a six floor winding staircase overlooking the lobby below. We grabbed as many small bouncy balls as we could hold and took our place between the first and second floors (we wanted to be low so we could scoop up lots of bouncy balls afterwards). At a countdown to high noon, we helped drop 11,000 bouncy balls from the first to the sixth floor balconies. It rained bouncy balls, it monsooned bouncy balls, it tsunami-ed bouncy balls. You could hear nothing but "BOING" as they hit the floor, and then they bounced back up! They landed on our heds, they smacked us in the face, they made us laugh hysterically.
After the most amazing 15 seconds of our life ended, we all rushed downstairs with the other 1500 people and watched the kiddos score as many bouncy balls as they could fit inside pockets, hats and shirts. Conway was riding on Hubby's hip for all of this. We didn't need him carried out to sea on a wave of strangers and bouncy balls.
During the blissful chaos, Conway noticed a man near him with a red bandana in his back pocket. Hubby almost always has a red bandana in his back pocket. Conway got very agitated and started saying, "Conway Bapa's that!" The loose translation is " Hey! That guy stole Conway's Papa's bandana!"
Conway got a very disgruntled face on and told Hubby "Conway Bapa, ooof, that!" The "ooof" being a sound effect accompanied by Conway making a gesture of punching himself in the stomach.
Hubby replied that he certainly was NOT going to punch that man in the stomach! Now, I ask you, for a kiddo who has only watched PBS cartoons, how does he know such moves?! Does he perhaps climb into my filing cabinet at night when he is seemingly fast asleep and turn into a kung fu master?
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