Grasshopper is a dynamo.  Only nine years old, and this has been his day:

7:00AM up and bathed, dressed, breakfasted and ready for anything.  He practices his cello for twenty minutes, and then studies his math facts for ten while he awaits his ride.

8:30 – 12:00 Noon – fencing class with his friend, S-dog (yes, a nine-year-old boy asked to be called S-dog on my blog).  I pick them up.  They are red-faced and drenched in sweat.

Noon to 5:00 – lunch and playing outside with S-dog with one ½ hour break for video games and another 20 minute break to watch an episode of M*A*S*H.

We have dinner, and it’s off on our bikes to ride the mile-and-a-half to Kung Fu.  One hour of intense Kung Fu training (small class today, everyone got a LOT of individual attention)

Then to S-dog’s house to play some more while I have my class, and the return trip of about a 1 and ½ mile bike ride home again.

Now its 10 O’clock, and he’s not a bit tired.  He's going to have to read for a while to wind down.  Oh, to have that much energy.