Just the other day Jamie was telling Charlotte how he used to be able to jump really well, he was talking to her about basketball I think. But he said that he can’t jump like he used to. Oh, but yes he can. Last night as we were sitting on the couch having a little chat, we heard a crash from the other room. I had a basket of laundry sitting next to me and before I could even think about reacting, Jamie had jumped off the couch, leaped over the laundry basket and cleared the corner of the couch and had Charlotte’s door open and light on. He had to have jumped several feet up in the air and cleared at least 8 feet before landing. It turned out that it was just the big frog bath toy scooper thingie on the bathroom wall that had crashed onto the tub, but Jamie’s jump was pretty incredible. He thought it was her crib crashing down which is why he moved so fast. And then afterwards his hand was shaking and he felt compelled to look up hand-to-hand fighting techniques … he said it was the adrenaline. So the moral of the story … white men CAN jump.
But they can be sore losers on a bet. I won fair and square. He bet 65 I bet 55, and the actual temperature was 58. THAT ladies and gents, means that I win. I rest my case.