This is a slightly different from my normal ‘World According to Pok’ posts in that it is a story of a different kind rather than the usual anecdote of what my son blurts out. The stars of this post are ‘The Pok’ (my 4 year old son) and ‘Kiki’ (our 7 month old daughter). And this story is told by photos.
The Pok, running onto the bed where his sister is lying: “Daddy, come and take a photo of me and [Kiki]”
Father of the Pok (me) – fumbling around: “Hang on, let me get my phone”
Moments later, with my phone in hand…
Father of the Pok: “[Pok], can you hold your sister and give her a hug?”
Kiki [non-verbal]: “I don’t want to take a photo, have it!” [WHACK]
The Pok [non-verbal]: “What the heck?”
Kiki [non-verbal]: “That got him!”
The Pok [non-verbal]: “That hurt :-(“
Kiki [non-verbal]: “Hey Dad, check out my follow through.”
The Pok [non-verbal]: “Hey Sis, why did you do that? I was trying to give you a hug for a photo.”
Kiki [non-verbal]: “Quick, his guard is down.”
The Pok [non-verbal]: “You’re lining me up again? C’mon”
Kiki [non-verbal]: “Right uppercut, karate kick”
Needless to say, I did not get a photo of the two together during this photoshoot. And Kiki was not able to land the karate kick.
Something for Kiki and the Pok 