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Thursday, March 19, 2009

2009: The Year of the Pratfall

The other day, I stood at the top of the stairs and watched my five-year-old roll and tumble all the way down to the tile floor of the hallway. It would have been horrifying if it weren't so darn funny.

He started at the top with an exaggerated, "Whoa! wu-wu-Whoaaaaaa!" and did a shoulder roll down a few steps, then a somersault, then slid down on the seat of his pants. As he hit the turn in the stair case, he rolled himself onto his other side, so that he could bump down a few stairs, twisting as he went, and then skidded face-first, arms outstreched like a Major League player sliding into home plate, until he slowly came to a rest with his palms on the tile. He looked up at me and grinned, arms still outstretched like Superman. I tried to look stern but only succeeded, I think, in looking regretful that I hadn't had a video camera on hand to capture the astonishing grace and choreography that was his staged tumble. Honestly, if I could have sent the footage to Jackie Chan, I think I might have been able to get Son an internship as a stunt man.

A few days later I was in the walk-in closet hanging up clothes. I happened to be facing the narrow doorway. Out of the corner of my eye, I registered Son's feet as he began to walk past the doorjamb, and then suddenly, as if a monster had grabbed his rear leg while he was walking, the lower half of his body jerked backwards, and his flailing arms and torso came flying into view. "Ahhhh!" he shouted in mock frustration while his body thudded to the floor. "Who tripped me?!?!"

I nearly fell over, myself, laughing.

Of course, then he had to repeat the gag at least 25 more times. It really was the perfect staging arena, since the doorway exquisitely framed the comedy, and the narrow hallway leading up to the closet provided an excellect run of carpeted space in which to tumble.

After his last fall, he outstretched his arms, fingers scrambling for purchase on the carpet, as he slowly maneuvered himself backwards. "Helllllp meeeeee! Helllllpppppppp!" he cried, while the invisible monster pulled him offstage. "Helllpppppp! It's eating meeeeeee!" His agonized face looked up at me, eyes smiling, and his fingers left tracks in the carpet pile.

I am sorry to report, I could not save him fast enough. The monster got him.

But I have preserved the finger tracks for posterity.

4 comments:

Jaina said...

What a hoot! I would love to see video of some of these antics.

rightonmom said...

Where's that video cam when you need it??!! So funny and totally something a boy would do!

MamaGeek @ Works For Us said...

Oh that IS a hoot! If you had camcorded that gem, you'd be RICH. :)

LceeL said...

There is nothing more fun than a five year old with a physical sense of humor. But if he ever comes out of the bathroom and says, "Mom, c'mere, you gotta see this!", just pass, okay?

 

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