When I got home today, I decided to take the boy with me to the gym, in case I had to miss a workout due to the bad weather over the weekend.* As we were getting ready to leave, the boy said he had to write a note for someone before we got into the car. I asked, What are you writing? The boy said, “I want to give a note for Shavona.” I asked, Is Shavona your friend at the child care center? The boy said, “Yes. I hope I see her at the gym.”
* OK, I know I totally sound like one of those crazy gym people. I admit it’s getting pretty bad. I’m planning to spend the Fall getting fat on cake and ice cream.