The CEO’s side of a recent conversation with the boy: “Jim? Huh? Who’s that? You got a buddy named Jim? No? What? Gin? You offering? It’s still a little early for Daddy but you go ahead if you want. No? Ohhh, Gym. Little Gym. No, we’re not going to Little Gym today, sorry.” Cue screaming from the Jr. VP.
We’ve been taking the boy to Little Gym the last few Saturdays. The jury is still out on how much he really likes it. He definitely loves certain parts of the program, like when the balls and the bubbles come out, or when he gets to jump on the springboard or hang off the bars. He does ask all the time if we are going back and yells a bit when we aren’t so I’d guess that means he likes it more than not.
Who cares though what he thinks. Taking him to Little Gym is a good Saturday morning motivator for the adults to get up, get showered, and get dressed. If not for Little Gym all three of us might be in our pajamas until two in the afternoon. I am surprising no one here when I admit that it’s happened before. On many occasions, in fact.
