I have been tantilzed for weeks about Junior’s kicking ability in the womb. Not only from the wife but our also-pregnant house guest. Undoubtedly I’m called over “to feel the kick” while doing the dishes, mentally engaged in another activity, or about to run errands.

I was excited the first few times but got no satisfaction. In my mind it turned into a game where Junior would push out a leg and he’d hear mom mumble something about “come over and feel this!” and just as he felt a different hand he’d contract into a tight ball and lay motionless. Chuckling probably.

Thankfully, I didn’t give up.

My well-intentioned “hand on the belly to feel a kick” efforts got shorter and shorter in duration as I decided my son was simply toying with me. And here I thought such behavior didn’t start for another two years.

After being told that 20 seconds wasn’t a long enough wait I chose to give it a full minute (I am truly gracious). Then I felt something. Knowing about “the pregnant condition” I figured it a gas bubble but I stayed with it.

The next one was like a bronco attempting to throw its rider. A pause. Then agaiin - pow! Punch! He’d probably knock a nickle off if you placed it just right.

Now if only I had an “at home” ultrasound machine…

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