Dear Pateesa,
I quite enjoyed being an audience of one to the boxing match between you and your daddy.
You instigated and won the battle.
First, you caught him unawares. By AMBUSH. Edging closer and closer whilst we both talked, about how sleepy you seemed, ironically enough.
Suddenly you let out a war cry, in a series of quick roll-overs, finally facing him with both fists held close to your chin (a stance you and Muhammad Ali share).
"What the--?" cried he.
"ARRRHHH!" was your response, accompanied by an impudent punch. Square on his chin.
Well he had no hope after that eh.
I was particularly impressed with the combo of roll-over kicks u seem to have patented.
When your dad attempted feeble retaliation, you merely bent your head and blocked with your elbows--ROARING all the while!
Good job! Your aim at his eye was perfection. Just like you.
To end, when he was completely hopelessly humiliated, you merely stuffed a fist in your mouth, sucked on it with satisfaction, and turned to gaze at the painting hanging above.
After all, a true sportsman would rather gaze at his beloved painting, than see defeat in his opponent's eyes. Very gracious.
Judging by the way you chattered to it for a full 10 minutes afterwards, I suspect that this painting provides you with intense moral support and congratulations.
Too bad grown-ups can't hear that stuff.
From,
An ardent fan
I quite enjoyed being an audience of one to the boxing match between you and your daddy.
You instigated and won the battle.
First, you caught him unawares. By AMBUSH. Edging closer and closer whilst we both talked, about how sleepy you seemed, ironically enough.
Suddenly you let out a war cry, in a series of quick roll-overs, finally facing him with both fists held close to your chin (a stance you and Muhammad Ali share).
"What the--?" cried he.
"ARRRHHH!" was your response, accompanied by an impudent punch. Square on his chin.
Well he had no hope after that eh.
I was particularly impressed with the combo of roll-over kicks u seem to have patented.
When your dad attempted feeble retaliation, you merely bent your head and blocked with your elbows--ROARING all the while!
Good job! Your aim at his eye was perfection. Just like you.
To end, when he was completely hopelessly humiliated, you merely stuffed a fist in your mouth, sucked on it with satisfaction, and turned to gaze at the painting hanging above.
After all, a true sportsman would rather gaze at his beloved painting, than see defeat in his opponent's eyes. Very gracious.
Judging by the way you chattered to it for a full 10 minutes afterwards, I suspect that this painting provides you with intense moral support and congratulations.
Too bad grown-ups can't hear that stuff.
From,
An ardent fan
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