Gymnastics

We took Michelle to gymnastics class today. The reason we take our daughter to gymnastics is so that one day she will be an Olympian. Oh, that’s not the reason? That’s right. Generally a 15 month old isn’t too interested in training to be an Olympian. I don’t know this for certain, but after watching the one to three year old children in the room, I don’t see any of them with the right attitude yet.

My daughter attends these classes because 1) we bring her there, 2) it’s the only interaction she gets with kids on a weekly basis, and 3) it’s currently the only interaction I have with grown-ups on a weekly basis. Sure the parents are weird. Sure the kids all stink and scream and snot and run around in some chaotic rhythm of arms flailing and legs splayed out all over the place. However, I feel the interaction is important. If anything, I’m helping my daughter’s immune system.

Saturday class ends at 10am, so the best part of gymnastics class is that afterwards, I get to go on a coffee date with Nicole. Michelle is pooped, and falls asleep as soon as we leave the gym, and my wife and I get to spend 30 seconds talking of our lives. It’s nice.