But Kahuku high school can also claim Jack Johnson, who turned the music world upside down with the help of a curious little monkey.
How cute is he with my star-struck daughter? (She's only in 5th grade here and I'm only showing you this to make you jealous. It has nothing to do with polite skinny people.)
Kahuku high school can also claim Cubworld, who is on the verge of turning the music world upside down.
And most recently it can claim Tasha Kai, a member of the USA soccer team who brought back an Olympic gold medal from China.
Here's Tasha last Saturday with her three favorite things (besides soccer and Olympic gold medals) her nephew, her dirt bike and her tattoos.
But this post is not about famous people. It's about polite skinny people (and poi) so please allow me to get to the point.
Let's start at the very beginning (since it's a very nice place to start.)
A few weeks ago my daughter made my husband smile. I mean really really smile. His eyes could have lit the world on fire. The reason is because my daughter accidentally made the varsity soccer team. As a Freshman. On the first day of junior varsity tryouts.
She didn't even mean to do it, which added an element of surprise and excitement that turned us all into a bunch of shiny happy people holding hands.
The varsity coach who picked my daughter is Tasha Kai's sister, Krisha Kai. The whole Kai family are Red Raiders for life, but they don't eat football for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They eat soccer (and poi).
On Saturday my daughter played her first scrimmage as a varsity player . . .and she learned a valuable life lesson.
Here she is on the sidelines learning the valuable lesson from the father of all soccer, Benny Kai. We call him cousin Benny because we're all cousins in Hawaii. Everyone on the North Shore knows cousin Benny eats nothing but soccer (and poi) for B, L & D.
"You're too skinny," he's shouting to my daughter. "You need to eat some poi. Come live with me for a month and I'll fatten you up with poi."
"And you're too nice and polite," he's telling her. "Stop being so nice. And don't apologize when you make a mistake. You should only be polite on Sundays."
Later he told my husband, "Your daughter is too skinny. She should come live with me for a month and I will feed her poi and fatten her up."
Then Benny turned to me and said, "She's too polite. Soccer players should only be polite on Sundays. If she lived with me for a month I would teach her how to be polite on Sundays."
After church on Sunday my daughter wasn't the least bit polite all day so I said "Maybe you should go live with cousin Benny for a month. Someone needs to teach you to be polite on Sundays."
She laughed and ate her poi and said, "Come on, Mom . . . everyone knows polite skinny people are overrated!"
confession: I made that last line up for dramatic effect. I just like to put my own opinion in my skinny daughter's polite mouth.(And I don't even know how to make poi.)
But seriously, who wouldn't want someone shouting "you're too skinny!" at you for a month?
P.S. For the record:
His daughter's kinda twiggy too.