Supposedly Chris can play the trumpet. The case gathering dust at the top of my closet begs to differ.
Supposedly Chris is a wicked good hockey player. I've seen his moves on rollerblades and he ain't too shabby. But get him on ice and we'll see what happens!
Supposedly Chris can twist balloon animals and made a good chunk of change when he was a teenager doing this trade on the weekends at the Old Spaghetti Factory in Denver. But it's not "supposedly" anymore! Yesterday I got him some cheap balloons and a pump from Target and we (including me, Fox, the dog, cat, bird, rabbit, chinchilla, and every other living thing in our little apartment) watched him work his magic and couldn't believe our eyes! Chris actually can twist balloons!
First step: blowing up the balloons.
Twisting and tweaking away.
What's it gonna be?
A hat for me!
Next: a snake! Ssssssssssssss!
Gimme gimme gimme!
Fox's face is like a book that can be read (have I said that before?) His expressions tell all. What do you think he's thinkin' here?
Entranced as Daddy was making more fun animals.
Joey wanted to eat every creature so badly!
And he did.
It's a bird! Nope. It's a plane! Nope. It's a squirrel! YES!
It's a giraffe!
Then Chris twisted Fox a hat and we ran outside to get pictures of him wearing it. Oh my goodness his face is priceless. He seems slightly less than amused.
Then we set the hat on the grass and it immediately popped and scared the bejeezes out of Fox and now he's traumatized for life.
I do know one thing: If Chris chooses to be a pediatric dentist he's going to be the hit of the town! Kids will line up to get their teeth cleaned just so Dr. Evans can make them a hat or sword or dragon or butterfly or flower or anything else at the end of their torture session. That, or we can just hire him out to birthday parties and weddings and such on the weekends :)