I'm an angel, I tell you. An angel! See the halo?No matter what my gymnastics coach may tell you.
Give me a bar. I'll hang from it. Perfectly.
I really didn't need her help.
Piece of cake. I don't know why she's even here.
I could teach this class.
Cause if anyone knows about climbing, it's me!
She was a bossy little coach with too many rules. I already know how to do everything, and I want to do it my way! I showed her what I was made of.
Mama intervened. Something about kicking and head-butting that coach person wasn't allowed. Whatev. Got my blankie and a sucker. And that tear? It's a tear of joy because I ruled!
1 comment:
Too cute! Your daughter is adorable. Yeah, Rainbow has had a couple of hitting incidents at his class. Groooooaan. He's learning that it's okay to hit the floor or furniture, but not his people or pets, so he'll go up and lightly hit a kid on the shoulder and then look at me and vigorously hit the floor. So, it's good that he's learning, but the hitting is kind of mortifying. I always have to hover when he wanders near somebody's little baby in their carseat on the floor; I'm terrified that he'll wallop a little newborn.
Thanks for the link to your blog. I'll be back.
Julie (Mamajamz) :)
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