house one day, lying on the couch,
watching his then-two-year-old son
waddle around. At one point, someone
knocked something off the coffee table,
and my little nephew bent down to pick
it up. Bobby turned to me and said, “Did
you see that? The guy knows exactly
how it’s done. He bends at the knees,
keeps his back straight, hips squared,
stomach tight—flawless!”
Thrilled to have such a willing and
skilled Exhibit A, Bobby then proceeded
to spend the next couple of minutes
dropping more things on the floor—a
spoon, a TV remote, an empty can of
beer—and my nephew, in perfect form,
continued to pick it all up as my brother