Imperceptibly, however, it has crept into daily life. To the point where I had to ask him about it.
The scene: Kitchen
Mr7 enters said room, walking. Suddenly, he leaps into the air, scissor-kicking his legs, throwing his head back.
He lands. Then repeats action.
He saunters from the room. I follow.
Me: “What are you doing?”
Mr7 (with a huge, gappy grin): “I just did a backflip.”
Me: “Er, you do know that a backflip requires you to somersault, not just to jump straight up and down?”
Mr7: “Of course. But in my mind, it’s a backflip. If I keep saying it enough, maybe it will really happen.”
And off he went. “Backflipping” down the hall.
If you think it, you can do it. Isn’t that how it goes?
So far, the power of the mind has not turned him upside down. But I’ll keep you posted.