“The Karate Kid.” It’s a classic. I remember when I was a kid diligently practicing, wax on, wax off, paint the fence, sand the floor… and so on. The legend of Danielson lives on today. I came home from work and dropped my bags to the floor. Quentin casually slipped off his shoes. Kaden blitzed the front door looking for daddy. Very intently, with pronounced purpose, Quentin walked to the center of the carpet and stood on one foot.
“Momma, want to watch me do the crank?”
It took me a second to understand what he meant. The crank? This could be interesting, I thought. However upon closer study of his body posture, it was clear…. Quentin was ready to do the crane. “Sure!” I said.
Without hesitation he switch kicked his skinny legs in a rapid, spastic movement. Nearly perfect in a mothers eyes. Mr. Miyagi may have had a couple of improvements, but not me. My son’s crank is absolutely perfect.