I could totally win a gold medal at the Winter Olympics. You know, if I had any talent. And wasn't old. And maybe knew how to ski or snowboard or curl. Or anything. Except! I really do know how to figure skate. I even took lessons for a couple of years. If I had any idea where it was, I would even post a photo of me wearing a shiny gold figure skating costume that had a poofy tulle tutu and gold sequins all over the sleeveless bodice. (I truly don't have a copy of the photo--I would happily post it because OMG! I was CUTE! way back then.)
Anyway, the whole "I Could Do This" attitude has been alive and well each evening as Alexis and I have sat down to watch the Olympics on TV. She has informed me that she is going to luge when she is 16-years old. She's going to bobsled when she's 18-years old. She's going to snowboard when she's 20-years old. In other words, she has it all figured out.
Tonight we sat down to watch the beginning of the ladies figure skating. We've watched more than our fair share of skating all this week, but since this was the first opportunity to watch women skate alone, Alexis was even more mesmerized than usual. After a few minutes of her saying, "I want to do that!" I decided it was time to teach the kid a thing or two.
Dude. I can still do a waltz jump. Er . . . at least I can do it barefoot on carpet. And! And! I still remember how to do a Sow Cow!
Like I said, I could have won that gold medal.
So this evening Alexis and I "ice skated" our way all over the family room, imitating as much as we could.
After about half an hour of acting like a pair of skating fools, Alexis turned to me and said, "I'm going to be an ice skater when I'm 12."
I wouldn't put it past her.