The Rodeo

I have been asked by Kim and Jason to take part in their Adultitis Escape Plan, a 40-day plan to become more childlike (not childish) and to reduce stress and prevent dullness, depression and [insert another word beginning with 'd' here]. Of course I’m gonna do it.

Dreary-ness, that begins with ‘D’.

The third task : Do something that is typically seen as inappropriate for someone of your age.

Pffft… too easy. For someone who routinely dives down the stairs on the train, slides down bannisters, bounces while at work, eats with his fingers, picks his nose… wait… scrap that last one. Anyway, I think you get my point: doing something that is typically seen as age-inappropriate is something that I do without even trying, so coming up with something truly ground-breaking in this area shouldn’t be too difficult.

At first I was planning on giving Extreme Skipping a go, after reading Kim’s post on skipping into the new year, I figured that it was something I haven’t done in at least five years* (I thought about it a month or three ago on my way home from work, but I wussed out and didn’t do it).

So, we headed out to fill the car with petrol, and whilst there I skipped a little. Got a few funny looks from people, made Jen laugh, but it didn’t really make me feel inappropriate.

So after that skipping setback, we went for a cruise while I tried to think of something to do.

While we were waiting for dinner to cook, it struck me. Underpants. Towel. I had everything I needed to be my very own superhero. So I donned my wonder-pants (red ones, on the outside, of course) and threw my cape around my neck and proceeded to fulfil my mission to bring laughter to my family.

Mat completely ignored me, so I dubbed him tiger-boy (because he insisted on wearing his Tigger pyjamas from lunchtime onwards), and left him to his own heroic duties, which consisted entirely of climbing onto the arm of our lounge and diving into it, face first.

I managed to make Jen laugh a few times, we ate dinner, and I will continue to survey my domain and offer it my protection until we go to bed later this evening.

RodeoClown: loves the fact that a child considers it not at all unusual to wear underpants on the outside.

*Computer studies. Penrith High. 1999: picture a dozen teenagers, young adults, seventeen or eighteen years of age, skipping their way through the school grounds and to their seats in front of bewildered schoolkids and teachers. Yeah, that was the last time I skipped.

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