Tuesday, October 22, 2013

BUTT RAM!

Kyle can sometimes be really unaware of his  body and what it's doing while he's off in lala land. Sometimes when we're walking, he gets so close to me that he trips me up. So, we started playing a game where if he starts walking too close behind me, I suddenly stop and he runs into my butt. It's always a good laugh and it's one of those things that he tries to get me to do over and over again. He calls it "Butt Ramming".  Okay. I know, I know. "Butt Ramming"?!? Really, Ian? REALLY?!? Let me just reiterate that I did not coin the term - Kyle did. He doesn't have any context for what "butt ramming" might mean other than me ramming him with my butt, and somehow it slipped under my radar... until today.

On our way to Joelle's soccer practice, Kyle was tailing me again. So I stopped, he slammed into my butt, and fell down. Laughs all around. Of course Joelle wanted to get in on the fun, so she asked if I could do it to her. But we were going to be late for her practice, so I told her we would have to do it after practice.

We got to the field and Joelle began warming up, dribbling the ball around the field. I stood on the sideline with the other parents making small talk. A few minutes into practice, I see her stop and talk to the coach about something. She's laughing, but it looks like the coach is confused. Suddenly, she turns to me and yells "DAD! DON'T FORGET YOU SAID THAT YOU WOULD BUTT RAM ME AFTER PRACTICE!".

Uh...

Wow.

Shit.

Hmmm...

Looks like the coach got distracted and walked away. Maybe he didn't hear that. Maybe the other parents didn't hear either. Let's just give her a thumbs up and pretend like she actually said something entirely different. I'm sure if I act normal, anybody who heard it will assume that they heard her wrong. Let's see, what rhymes with "butt ram"?

And then, of course...

"DAD! YOU ALWAYS BUTT RAM KYLE. BUT YOU NEVER BUTT RAM ME! DON'T FORGET, OKAY?"

Oh boy.

"Okay, sounds good, babe! Go practice now, okay Champ?". Thumbs up.

Now I can feel people's eyes on me like laser beams searing holes into the side of my head. There's no getting out of this. Everybody heard it clearly. My daughter just asked me for a "butt ramming" after practice. Twice!

I need to explain, but it's going to be so awkward, And it's going to sound like a lie anyway.

I dont... I can't... Uh.

Just then, I noticed that Kyle was standing directly behind me again. So I yelled "BUTT RAM!", pushed my butt out, and knocked him over.

Kyle laughed. Got up, wiped his pants off, and said "Nice butt ram, dad."

Phew!

Kyle, if you're reading this and you're old enough, I owe you a beer. Thanks bud.

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