Parenting | Humor
He Sparked Outrage at Our Toddler Gymnastics Class
The air was thick with tension
“Come on, Sweetie,” I said as I pulled my two-year-old along.
She fell dramatically to the floor like she had been blasted with a paint gun.
How dare I rush her.
The man entering the building in front of us stopped to hold the door. “It’s ok, you go ahead,” I said.
“No, I’ll wait,” he smiled.
Oh good, I’m in the mood to live a nightmare.
Unwilling to argue with my daughter in front of a stranger at the gym, I scooped her up as she stretched her arms and legs out like a starfish. I turned to do a weird sidestep through the doorway so she didn’t lose a limb and said “Thanks” over my shoulder as I nearly tripped.
“Shall I help you with the next door?” He asked.
No! Please disappear from my life forever.
“I’ve got it, thanks,” I called over my shoulder as I ran down the hallway with a starfish in my arms.
After stopping for a quick chat about not being a bellend in public, my daughter and I approached the seating area outside of the sports hall where her gymnastics class was taking place.
