Juggling

Quinn got a hoop and some balls as a new bathtime toy for his birthday. Tonight as I was lifeguarding post-bath I picked up a couple of the balls and started trying to juggle one-handed, forgetting of course that I don't know *how* to juggle. Quinn started giggling. In the history of juggling, there has been no worse juggler who got as favourable response as me. I eventually got up to maybe 4 or 5 in a row, but the failures were as entertaining as the successes to Quinn. It won't be long before I get in trouble with mommy for juggling in the house so we'll have to enjoy the surreptitious giggles while we can.