Tiny Fists of Fury

There was a Seinfeld episode where Kramer was taking martial arts classes and when Jerry and Elaine found out he was actually in a children's class he said something about the kids' tiny fists of fury. I think that's what Chickpea is up to--martial arts training.

We went out to Sambuca (great desserts and live jazz) with Ajay's friends from business school last night, I took my preventive TUMS before heading out, got good parking, and we were even seated without a wait. Then... tap, tap, tap. After that, ...TAP, TAP, TAP! Then there was knocking, squirming, kicking, rolling, punching, pushing, and flipping. Because Mister has developed some strong bones and has yet to be fully fattened up, all of this made for some seriously uncomfortable conversation. He'd move right and up, I'd lean left and back. He'd roll forward and jab, I'd curl forward. I gave up at 10 and drove home before the rest of the crowd. Defeated by baby-to-be of under 3#, I crawled into bed and... wouldn't you know it--he stopped.

All signs point to this being what I've heard called a "Challenge Child" -- the type that makes parents wonder why this seemed like a good idea, and actively question whether the universe has it in for them. Or, maybe he simply doesn't like jazz.