This is #2 son. Not an acrobat of some kind.
I stole the picture from his Facebook page.
True, I paid for all those gymnastics lessons and even went to some of them, where I tried to be appropriately modest during the part of the lesson where everybody identifies his or her kid.
“Yeah, the one in the red shirt is my son,” I’d remark, and there’d be a startled silence.
“He’s really good,” they’d say.
I even knew that he coached gymnastics to get pocket money at school.I know he can fly through the air. I may be getting too impressed by the lighting and the curious costumes.
But hey, that’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?