gym

On Whens-Day and Fwy-Days Mums takes me on a car ride to my gym class. It's not really a class-class, just a class. And my classroom is a basketball gym. There's mats all over the ground so I don't bump my head too hard, a parachute, a gazillion balls and cars, a jumping bouncer, and play structures. There's no teacher, no desks, no homework, but there are kids. Sometimes a lot, sometimes a little.

They don't play with me...snot-heads. I think they don't play with me because I can't walk and run yet...double snot-heads. I just play with Mums. She gets me fun things to play with like a car or a ball. And when all the big kids aren't goofing around int he play structure, I get to play on it. I superly-duperly love the slide. When I slide down, it makes my tummy tickle - hee hee.

Pops doesn't like the idea that I play by myslef. He says it makes him sad. He tells Mums I need a playmate.

A playmate? What's that?

Oh well. Beginning March 4, I start my swimming lessons. I can't wait! I'm so excited, I hope I don't pee in the water. Mums has to come in the water with me in the beginning.

Excited! Excited! Excited!