Sparring with the kids is really funny, like a comic strip.
I tell them-tell them – tell them: „Keep your hands up, in front of your face“ and they do it with a most sincere nod for the next 30 seconds. Then they forget about it. … I asked one of them why, do they not remember to keep their hands in front of their face? „Well, of course I remember! But there’s no need to protect my face, you don’t hit me anyway.“ This notion of not defending yourself as you trust the stronger one’s good-heartedness, vvvvvery intelligent. (I know this too well from myself)“And you think if you ever get into a fight, you’ll know how to block if you don’t practise here and now?“ „Well… You’ll be there to protect me for certain“ (With a most charming boyish grin)
… and the youngest kids, d’oh, they try attacks by which they outknock themselves as they can’t keep the balance. So usually when they attack instead of defending myself I end up protecting them from themselves because even with me standing there motionless and uncovered they would hurt themselves. They are funny, like little animals. They don’t think about the consequences, they jump and kick and then they fall (or rather don’t fall as I catch them).
