The Big Jump
Eli 14.5 jumped 9'0" yesterday. I was speechless.Today, I picked him up from school.
"After that jump yesterday, I think you need a nickname," I said.
"Oh, no," Eli said.
"Something 'classy' ," I said.
"Classy is important," he said.
"Something that conveys the sheer intimidation of your athleticism," I said.
"I don't like where this is going," he said.
"We've always agreed that you were part giraffe, part kangaroo," I said.
"We never did, but okay," he said.
"So," I said, "clearly, you're--The GIRANGAROO."
"The what?" he said.
"Half giraffe, half kangaroo," I said.
"I question your sanity--again," he said.
"It's perfect," I said. "Plus, it's kid friendly. It reminds me of Garanimals."
"Your favorite clothing line," he said.
"Color coordinate--with confidence," I said.
"Well, this is a disaster," he said.
"I'll ask Fredrik to draw the Girangaroo," I said.
"Girangaroo--TM," Eli said.
"Obviously," I said. "T-shirts incoming."
"Of course they are," he said, laughing.
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