Coach finishes work early on a Tuesday, so he ended up working out after work. His workout overlapped partly with the boys' workout. He arrived home a bit before they did. Because let's face it, the boys are interested in playing basketball, swimming, lifting, etc. Coach is more into a 1 hour cardio workout, a shower, and being done.
When Coach arrived home, he talked to me for a few minutes. Then he asked me if Tank had called me. He followed that up with 'Did Tank send you a picture of himself?' No and no. 'Wait till you see what he did to his face.' OK, WHAT?! Who says that to a mother?
Apparently, Tank was lifting weights. It is true that I do make fun of him for having noodle arms when he plays basketball.
After his basketball games I was always like, 'What is the deal with your arms? You are the tallest kid out there. You should be out-rebounding EVERYONE.' Instead if, let's say, an opponent grazes the air particles that surrounds Tank's arm it causes Tank's arm to waiver and wiggle. He doesn't have the muscles to hold his position and GRAB THE DAMN BALL. (Don't even get me started on what happens when someone throws their arms up using utter strength and collides with Tank's noodles. It's mind blowing).
In case you haven't figured it out by now, it is not a total cakewalk being a Shenanigan. We are not about to beat around the bush. We don't overthink giving someone feedback - particularly if they aren't giving an athletic activity their all. So, I may have suggested that he lift something besides a bag of chips or whatever available junk food he can get his meat-hooks on. I did not mean to imply that he lift weights without supervision. Tank can't put his laundry away without supervision.
|This is 24 hours later. |
It doesn't look so bad in this photo.
There is definitely some
eyebrow missing though.
I tried to rotate this thing,
but this is the best I could do.
Computer is fighting with me,
Coach explained that Tank showed up at his PT clinic just before Coach was going to walk across the hall to start his workout. Tank was holding a towel to his face that was covered in blood. Coach dressed his open wound and scolded him for not being more careful. His office manager, who is like family, got a chuckle out of Coach's lack of empathy. Coach turned to her and said, 'Yeah, well trust me he isn't going to get any sympathy from Ernie.'
This is true. I questioned his safety procedures when lifting. Then I expressed my concerns that his bushy eyebrow would grow back.
Tank on the other hand was very pumped up about going to school on Wednesday. He was concocting various violent and impressive scenarios about how his face was injured. I have no doubt that he convinced classmates of something nutty. I sometimes wonder if he really attends
class. I imagine that he walks around 'working' the place. Greeting people. Joking with them. And now - showing off his partially missing eyebrow.