We were in Minnesota again this past weekend; this time for a wedding. I bought a new outfit for Alex and he looked super cute. And then I didn't take a single picture.
I have started a new running/training scheduled in an attempt to make the scale stop and back the hell up, so I went for a run Saturday morning before the wedding. After I showered, Alex asked me when we were going to the wedding. And when I told him we were leaving in the early afternoon, he said, "Good. I need to exercise." Ummmm...huh? "I haven't exercised at all today." And where was he planning on exercising? The wedding, duh. I chalked that up to him having zero idea what a wedding was all about.
Turns out, he knew exactly what he was talking about. That child got more exercise from 7-11:45pm than he has gotten his entire life combined. He was running or dancing, non-stop, the whole time. I had to beg/order him to stop and take a drink of water every once in a while.
He did stop running just long enough to get in a fist fight. I am not kidding. This was not a typical slap fight between two 4 year olds. These two boys were straight up throwing punches at each other. Travis and I saw it happening right away and Trav bolted over to put a stop to it. When Travis was about half way to the boys, I saw Alex thrust his little arms down to his sides, fists clenched, and tell the other kid NO. FANK. YOU.
My brother-in-law asked what was going on and when I told him who Alex was fighting with, he assured that kid was being a punk to everyone and that he was proud of Alex for standing up to him. No uncle-bias there. Nope.
Hopefully next time, his exercise program will include juuuust a squink less hand to hand combat.
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