Some of my family is in for the weekend for my aunt’s birthday. My cousin Rachel’s 5-year-old son, Brayden, has been taking karate classes, and I asked him to show me how to do a karate chop. The ‘move’ that he, then, executed was an uppercut!
Me: That’s an uppercut, Brayden!
Brayden: No, no… that’s a koo-rott-eee chop!
Me: That was an uppercut! I’m gonna start calling you Joe Frazier!
Brayden: No, my name is Brayden!
Me: Is your defense impregnable, your offense pugnacious and your discipline tenacious?
Brayden: My fence isn’t pregnant!
He then proceeded to tell me that he was going to kick the crap out of me and set me on fire.
He knocked me ‘out’ a few times, but thankfully no fires were set!
Be ready for this phenom, boxing and MMA!
On another note, Rachel’s husband, Travis, has Brayden going around wearing a bunch of ugly ass New York Yankees t-shirts. I’m going to have to hook him up with some St. Louis Cardinals gear.