We have a balancing toy in our house that would easily challenge any adult. It’s a several-sided, multi-colored board, that sits upon a ball. The object of the game is to remain balanced on it, as it commands you to put a certain color of the balancing board on the floor in certain sequence. The farther along you get, the faster it goes. And if you get the colors out of sequence, or lose your balance, it mocks you.
It’s tough. I’ve watched grown firefighters cry on this thing.
I’ve damn near broken a hip on this thing.
My Captain won’t go near it.
He can get to the highest levels of it, it while killing zombies on Minecraft, and singing ‘Roxanne’ in true Sting fashion.
He thinks he’s a hot-shot because he can do it so effortlessly, but I am quick to shoot him my most arrogant, disdainful, condescending look and assure him that when he can drive down an eight-lane highway, while drinking coffee, swatting at children behind him, adjusting the DVD player console, and talking on the speaker phone without causing a multiple casualty vehicular incident…..
…..then I’ll be impressed.