February 17, 2014 at 11:11 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 3 months.
I will admit, when Mommy told me she bought you a 5 week gymnastics course, after finding a really good Groupon deal, I was a little skeptical.
Not because I think it’s weird for a boy to be in a gymnastics class, but because you are only 3 years old.
What would be the point in a little 3 year-old little boy enrolling in a gymnastics class?
Well, now that I’ve seen you in action, I’m glad Mommy did what she did.
We took you for your 1st class on Saturday. As you can see from these cool action shots, you burned a lot of stored up winter energy.
While you were a bit reserved and skeptical at first, once you realized you could jump off what you perceived as the equivalent of living room furniture, and not get in trouble for it, or get hurt, you were eager to explore the facility.
In addition to Coach Casey, there was one other kid in the class, a girl named Caroline, who in my eyes, served as a complete contrast to your presence there in the class.
While she gracefully performed forward rolls on the ramp and gentle bounces on the trampoline, you were like a baby caveman or the Tasmanian Devil.
If it were possible to break anything there, you would have done it.
My doubts have been officially resolved now.
Basically, for 45 minutes, you got to run around in a padded room, jump off padded stairs, roll into a padded bin, and bounce on a padded trampoline.
That’s ideal for a cold and rainy Saturday morning!
You even ran over to the pull-up bar, without the direction of Coach Casey, and hung there for a few seconds as if only to prove to yourself you could do it.
I need to give you an American Gladiator name, like Crasher, or something circa 1992 like that.
So yeah… a three year-old boy in a gymnastics class is actually a pretty clever idea. Hooray for Groupon!