Gymnastics
My son Gabriel has really gotten into Lazytown. Thanks sooo much, Jenny. Whenever he watches it, he mimics his hero, Sportacus. He tumbles, he runs, stands on his head on the sofa or recliner. Every day, it's the same thing. "Mom, am I just like Sportacus??" Oh yes. Exactly like him.
The Hubster and I decided that some gymnastics classes might do the boy some good. Give him somewhere to burn off the energy, and teach him different skills. When we told Gabe, though, he had a really strong response. "NOOOOO! I'm not going! I don't want to go to gymnastics!!" Too bad, so sad. Remember this for your stint on Maury Povich, when you talk about how I ruined your life. I went on Saturday to get some information, and the child was true to form. He cried the whole time we were there, and had no interest in looking around the gym at all.
Yesterday was the first class. It was at 1, right after his preschool got out. We went to the gym, and he went into the class. I was able to sit in the waiting area and watch through the glass door. There was only one other kid in his class. First was stretching, all well and good. Then they went to trampoline - FUN, FUN, FUN!!
At the end of the hour, he came running out to me. "How was it? Did you like that class? Do you want to come again?" He said, "I didn't like that class." "No?" "No, I LOVED IT!"
Success! Now he wants to go every day. I think I may have created a monster.
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