Ka-Boing

Have I ever mentioned that I live with a world-class pogo stick-er?



That's right. No-handed and everything.



Once the neighbors got over the headache from the constant ka-boing, ka-boing, ka-boing in our driveway, they all commented on his impressive ability to pogo stick for hours at a time. No handed. While talking. While singing. While yelling at his brother. While eating.

I like to imagine them smiling in their kitchens, knowing that the jackhammer sound outside is really a boy in pursuit of greatness.



Sometimes, his friend joins in.

Sometimes his mom does, too, but getting pictures of that would be tricky.