He could wrap his legs behind his head . . .
My husband is a human pretzel. This is likely because at the tender age of three, his older brothers and sisters (five of them) would gang up on him and put his ankles behind his head. When I met him, he could put both ankles behind his head, balance on his palms, and walk around the room. It was quite the party trick, I must say.
Then there’s me. I have the flexibility of a concrete slab. I had dreams of being the next Shannon Miller or the Nadia Comaneche (sp.?). At the age of seven, I was turning cartwheels and trying my best to do the splits. I think my legs managed to get twelve inches apart, at best. After two years of trying to stretch and learn the splits, practicing every night, I gave up. My hips just don’t go that way. :hissyfit:But, I loved every minute of it, even though I ran into the vault and landed upside down on my head. 
Yes, I was very coordinated. A natural.
(A natural klutz, that is).
This actually factored into the naming of our children. We decided that we could never name our daughter Grace because of my er…delicate sense of balance. “Way to go, Grace,” would be a sarcastic remark, should she inherit my genes.
So imagine my shock when my son when to a birthday party and was asked to straddle his legs to warm up. The other children had their legs in a neat triangle position. And my boy was doing the middle splits. 
You watch. My poor daughter will have Olympic aspirations and be unable to do the splits. And my son will wrap his legs around his head. 
Michelle posted in Life and So On @ 6:24 am | Viewed 1757 times
katie Says:
And the boys alway get the long dark eyelashes, too.
Larissa Says:
LOL! And Katie is SO right. It’s just not fair!
kacey Says:
What IS up with males getting those eyelashes?? You have to look at my eyes with a magnifying glass to see my eyelashes
Mary Says:
I like the concrete slab analogy. That’s me too. My husband is a natural everything, except cook! He can’t boil water.
Melissa Says:
I had gymnastic aspirations when I was little, too. I used to love to watch the Olympics. My favorite was the floor exercises, so I’d usually put a record on and do my own routine in our very large living room.
Tori Says:
Er… at the risk of being drummed out of the group here, my eyelashes are about the only thing I really like about my body. On the other hand, long eyelashes can be a major hassle, too. FWIW. (We need a smilie for mad dashes away from one’s friends….)
Jill Says:
LOL!
Suzanne Says:
I’m not coordinated either. Good thing no one named me Grace, too!
Sharon Says:
My sister was the “Grace” in our family. That girl was so clutzy. And uncoordinated! She used to ask me to teach her sports. Boy was that a fiasco. We went through tennis, volleyball, basketball, and softball.
Problem is my oldest son has taken after her
Amy K. Says:
My sons both got the long thick eyelashes too…but not from me.
I’m with you on the concrete slab thing.
Michelle Says:
Oh, the eyelashes! :batman: My son has eyelashes to die for. Why do boys always get the cool traits?