I was lucky enough to have that frame of reference, my husband? Not so much.
Our six year old daughter came home from school yesterday with this, as her winter writing project...
This conjures an image I can imagine no father would care to entertain.
Upon reading her work, different levels of disbelief, concern, anger, fear...all began to well deep inside.
"What does this mean? Why would she write this? HOW would she even know to write this?" Were Adam's first words. There were no alternative meanings he could gather, other than the obvious...and it was terrifying.
Now, the beauty of taking your daughter to gymnastics every week, would allow you to understand the meaning, at first read. Our youngest son, Preston went to a boy's class last week, too, who, oh by the way, I call, "Cute Boy".
Lauren Elizabeth's instructor told the girls last week how exciting it would be next class to start working on the bars. Lauren and her girlfriends were giddy, and the whole car ride home, she talked of nothing else.
Fast forward one week later and her writing project happens to be on the same day as gymnastics. Naturally, her six year old little mind would write about sparkly snowgirls (glitter and diamonds) while her brother, 'Cute Boy' would show them the "bar" which he got to do last week.
I can't say it wasn't a little fun to listen to my husband squirm for a minute or so. I am somewhat nervous for the future with his overprotective reaction, however. He was this close to a complete lockdown for our first grader.
Speaking of first grade, I'll be patiently awaiting a phone call from the school. After all, there's nothing quite like a bar hopping group of sparkly six year olds, running with cute boys to raise some genuine concern.
With that being said, thank God they don't have poles in gymnastics.
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