The boys had a good time at gymnastics after all.

We got there a bit early, so we sat in the bleachers and watched a class of tweens doing stretching exercising and junk. The boys watched them for a few minutes and looked around at the girls working on the uneven bars and stuff, and I could see the little gears working in their brains. Finally D turned to me and said, “Mama, why there no boys?” I was like, uh…. Boys do gymnastics too. They were the only boys in their little Parks & Rec class too. Basically the entire boys in the building, barring dads and a baby or two who were waiting for little girls to be finished. Yep.

So, I sent them into the class, which it turns out I’m not allowed to be in for (haha! An hour to sit quietly and read a book with no one touching me or wanting me to get up and get them a popsicle/sandwich/drink of water!). I had forgotten my book so I sat and watched belly dance videos on my iPod until they came out. They said they had a great time and the teacher said they were really good. They always are for other people.

D says he has a new girlfriend in his gymnastics class. He’s a pimp.