Thursday, January 25, 2007
Make-up class
Mary Esther has gymnastics class every Saturday morning from 9-10 am. Last Saturday,we did not make it to class because she had a papercut at the root of her thumb, on her palm, on her right hand. You know those paper cuts that are so small but feel so nasty. She didn't think she could use her hand especially when she had to grasp the bar or use her hand to support herself when she does forward roll. So, I told her we would just have to take a make-up class during the week.
Wednesday, I told her that I would call the Center and get her scheduled for her make-up class and most likely we would go the next day. When we got to the daycare, she was telling everyone how she was going to a make-up class. She was very excited. I knew she loves gymnastics so I thought it was just her usual enthusiasm for it.
Thursday afternoon, I picked her up early from the daycare, got her home and changed for gymnastics. All this time, I was telling her we are going to her make-up class.
So, I got her to the Center and she even told one of the teachers that she is going for her make-up class. The teacher knew Mary usually has her class on Saturday so the teacher just said, "Oh, okay."
At the end of her session, as I was getting her shoes and socks back on, she asked me when she was going to her make-up class? I told her, "You just had it."
"No, Mommy, the REAL make-up class."
Suddenly, it just dawned on me that all this time when I was telling her make-up class and when she was telling everybody about it that she had thought I was taking her to a "make-up" (meaning cosmetics) class.
"Where did you think we were going, Mary?"
"Oh, I thought, we were going to this store that has make-up and that I was going to learn how to put on make-up... a little bit" (the "a little bit" part I know she tgged on because I get upset with her when she bugs me about putting on make-up.)
My daughter is such a girly-girl that the word "make-up" could only have meant one thing. I was sorry to disappoint her--- though she did have fun at gymnastics.
Wednesday, I told her that I would call the Center and get her scheduled for her make-up class and most likely we would go the next day. When we got to the daycare, she was telling everyone how she was going to a make-up class. She was very excited. I knew she loves gymnastics so I thought it was just her usual enthusiasm for it.
Thursday afternoon, I picked her up early from the daycare, got her home and changed for gymnastics. All this time, I was telling her we are going to her make-up class.
So, I got her to the Center and she even told one of the teachers that she is going for her make-up class. The teacher knew Mary usually has her class on Saturday so the teacher just said, "Oh, okay."
At the end of her session, as I was getting her shoes and socks back on, she asked me when she was going to her make-up class? I told her, "You just had it."
"No, Mommy, the REAL make-up class."
Suddenly, it just dawned on me that all this time when I was telling her make-up class and when she was telling everybody about it that she had thought I was taking her to a "make-up" (meaning cosmetics) class.
"Where did you think we were going, Mary?"
"Oh, I thought, we were going to this store that has make-up and that I was going to learn how to put on make-up... a little bit" (the "a little bit" part I know she tgged on because I get upset with her when she bugs me about putting on make-up.)
My daughter is such a girly-girl that the word "make-up" could only have meant one thing. I was sorry to disappoint her--- though she did have fun at gymnastics.
