Focus, Olin?

Anna is away this weekend and I'm hanging with the boys.

We've talked about how Max loves karate, but we haven't talked about One Martial Arts, where he goes, is as much about building character as it is about martial arts. There are regular themes per class which repeat, and the children learn about respect, focus, balance, and things like that.

We've also talked about the funny things Olin says. He usually says what Max says, not always with complete understanding. And he loves to try and impress Max. And Max loves to teach. All together this can get pretty funny.

So I came home from work today, and this was the conversation they were having, word for word:

Max, standing and talking directly to Olin, who is sitting:
What does focus mean?

Olin, extremely proud of himself:
Control of your body!

This sounds a little like "Conchol Ova Botty!," complete with plenty of spittle.

Max, shaking his head in exasperation:
No, focus means "Pay attention."
He looked at Olin again, earnestly, and tried:
What does family mean?

Olin, extremely proud of himself:
Control of your body!

And so on. A little while later Olin was at the table while Max ate (Olin eats nothing) playing with action figures. One of the action figures said to the other: "Do you miss Mommy," in a sing-song voice, and the other replied sheepishly, "Yeeeaaaaahhh." And Max ate. And Olin enacted his little drama. And I just watched in wonder.

They kill me. Every day.