Tae Kwon Do

Danny had his first belt test today.
I'm not convinced that he really knows enough to have a belt, but standing up in front of people in a big room and performing is certainly a good experience to have.
Having the chutzpah to tell your master that your tiger eyes are also your dinosaur eyes is something that can't be taught.

It sounds like he's been at politician school, by non-answering with "I can promise, Sir."

To his credit, he did share his precious trophy with Leigh as soon as he got home.

Kung Fu, er, Tae Kwon Do

When we're not doing pushups,
we're going to Tae Kwon Do class. We got there early and Danny got some one-on-one time.
A teacher asked as we were leaving, "Danny, do you listen to your Mommy and Daddy?"
"Well, sometimes I do, and sometimes I don't."
"If you listen better, you can get a belt, and a trophy. Can you listen better?"
"Well, um, no."

Later, at dinner, he told us he "was only joking!"