I don’t know if I’ve written before about Vincenzo’s grandpa being a juggler. We joined him this week and despite the rings, clubs, and balls laying around, my dad went for something a little more flammable. Specifically, fire.
Look at him—cool as a cucumber, catching twirling-burning torches while reciting the periodic table backwards.
“Look, I even still have my eyebrows!”
“Or…er…had my eyebrows.”
“Maybe I’ll try something less dangerous.”
“Look! I still even have both my arms!”
Vincenzo went straight for the rings. He started with one…
advanced quickly to two…
and here he is with three rings. But only literally.
Even Rocco got into the rings! Also literally.
But he quickly moved on.
I wonder what Poppy will juggle next week. Maybe hand grenades? Or arsenic? I’ll keep you posted.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE: