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As usual, my Monday holiday was more Monday than holiday. And now there are only ten days until the end of the month, and I still have about ninety percent of the yearend and quarterly reports to complete. Not that there’s anything unusual about that, of course, but I did put in a solid day’s work, so I don’t have any regrets about the Monday part of my Monday holiday.
The holiday part was unexpected. Tammy called me this morning to ask for some help with Kylie and Aiden’s gymnastics class. It’s actually Kylie’s class, because she’s been there before (once, last week), but Aiden wanted to try it out, and they needed one adult for each child. All the adults higher on the priority list being otherwise engaged, I was drafted for duty.
It’s a good thing I left the house a little early. If you know me, you already know that I drove around in circles for an extra fifteen minutes trying to find the gym. And even when I found it I wasn’t sure I was in the right place, until Aiden shouted, “Hey, Uncle Mike!” I always know I’m in the right place when I hear those words.
He was very enthusiastic about his new endeavor, right from the start. The impossibly patient teachers of these two to four year olds kept them busy for three quarters of an hour, which is a long stretch for a short attention span. Aiden was ready to try anything. Kylie was a little more reticent, and she wasn’t quite prepared to do anything at all unless her mom was close enough to rescue her, just in case. But she let me hold her hand as she walked across the balance beam. And she followed all the instructions and performed all the tasks with style and flair, while her brother simply plunged headlong into every new thing that came along. It was fun for them, even more for me, I suspect. |
