So tonight was a bit of a struggle. The hour approached to head over to the rec center for his karate lesson, my son began expressing quite verbally that he did not want to go to karate tonight. No, he wanted to watch Smurfs all the way through. Who could blame him? I find Neil Patrick Harris’ comic stylings to be genius as well. Regardless, Daddy and Mommy aren’t shelling out $30 a month for him NOT to go to karate. Well, I convinced him that since he had made a commitment he needed to honor it. Actually, I bribed him with my iPad by telling him he could play with it in the car on the ride.
Moments later, I was driving, listening to my Ultimate Disco 3 CD when I heard an app that I didn’t know I had downloaded starting up. If the familiar musical signature hadn’t given it away, then something else surely would have. Out of nowhere my son shouted at the top of his lungs: “WHEEL… OF… FORTUNE!” I chuckled a little. I also figured he’d have no idea how to play this game. I use the term “game” loosely. Let us not forget that this is the same quiz show that once featured a large puzzle that read “AS AMERICAN AS APPLE P-I-__” and a vapid contestant staring vacantly at that same board. The blank stare soon gave way to an excited shout of “Is it a G?” OK, maybe he could still have some fun with this one.
I drove a bit further, reached the parking lot, and was about to turn off the car when I heard a loud groan emanating from the iPad. My son, too, let out an exasperated sigh, more of a growl. “Oh man!” I reached for my keys and asked what had happened. “Daddy… I got bank robbed!”
After this exchange, karate can’t possibly get more interesting. And this is the karate lesson featuring an instructor who looks like LBJ in Vinny “the Chin” Gigante’s favorite white pajamas.