“Push, por favor!” Will says so persistently that we must oblige. Will climbs into my desk chair and we rotate him around.
We never seem to start off strongly enough. “BIIIIIIGGGG Push!!!” Will commands in a deep, determined voice. We assume the voce alto is to convince us that he can handle the speed. So we comply: he goes around faster.
Then we stop the chair. Will’s eyes adjust, he looks glazed.
Perhaps too soon, Will starts to climb down. “Whoooaaa….” he says over and over. We do our best to brace him as he tumbles about trying to walk. Will understands the silliness of his gait and joins us in laughter. We all agree: what a crazy monkey!
JMR | 12-Mar-06 at 9:10 pm | Permalink
Oh my goodness — I have this to look forward too, since I have a similar chair. Not to mention the chairs at work. Then again, our departmental administrator already has chair races down the hallway planned.
Good luck with the pregnancy/diss combination!