Oh how I wish I had my camera at soccer practice on Monday night. Since I did not, I will try to recreate the events as they occurred...
Samuel is a good 20-30 yards away. He and another boy are passing the time while waiting their turn to do the next drill.
I can hear nothing so this entire story is based on actions alone and my feeble attempt at lip-reading.
The other boy has his back to me so I can't tell when he is talking but I can tell from Sam's response that he has said something.
Sam responds with a half-grin and I can read his lips:
"Well. I am five years old. Yeah. FIVE YEARS OLD"
The other boys shifts his posture and stands a little taller.
Then he hops on both feet.
Samuel scans the boy from head to toe and makes a visual assessment.
Then Samuel jumps with both feet.....just a little bit higher than the other boy.
The boy then does a move that includes a jump and a kick.
From the look on Samuel's face....he is impressed.
Samuel produces a jump/kick/spin move that is much superior to Hop Boy.
Other boy decides to pull out the big guns and attempts....The Cartwheel.
Samuel is not fazed. Other boy is going down. His face says it all.
Eyebrows raised (say what?)
Hands on hip (that all you got?)
Laughter (you got to be kiddin' me!)
And then. With reckless abandon. He throws down the gauntlet....
And turns a BACKWARD SOMERSAULT, IN THE GRASS FOLKS!!!
(and the crowd goes wild!)
Other boy slumps his shoulders and walks away. He understands that on this day at the soccer field, during the showdown of "One-ups", he is not the victor.