My oldest son started taking boxing lessons and we were doing a fair bit of sparring for a while. He hits about as half as hard as he can and I try to limit myself to match that, which basically ends up being the momentum of my arm and nothing else.
After a while he starts getting that swollen head kids get when you've had the kid gloves on for a while. "I could beat you in a fight."
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"Son, boxing is not fighting."
"What do you mean."
"You want to fight?"
"Okay..."
I walk down the end of the hallway and crouch ready to charge. He's suddenly realises what having 40 kilos on someone really means.
"Nonono. Let's not do that."
A week later.
"Dad, do we have any protein powder?"
After a while he starts getting that swollen head kids get when you've had the kid gloves on for a while. "I could beat you in a fight."
"Son, boxing is not fighting."
"What do you mean."
"You want to fight?"
"Okay..."
I walk down the end of the hallway and crouch ready to charge. He's suddenly realises what having 40 kilos on someone really means.
"Nonono. Let's not do that."
A week later.
"Dad, do we have any protein powder?"
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