Every other Thursday morning I take Otto to tumbling class. It's just a small group of us in a "converted" racquetball court in the JCC...a couple friends from his school class and a few other kids. I thought he'd love it, but for some reason he only lasts about 20 minutes and then loses all interest in tumbling and only has interest in running out the tumbling room door towards the Emergency Exit door that sets off an alarm (the alarm works and is good and loud;).
So today after our 20 minutes we say our early good-byes and head for home. Probably for the better, as Otto fell asleep in the car and stayed soundly asleep as I carried him into our house, took off his shoes and winter jacket and transferred him to the couch where he slept for another hour and a half. Hello, morning nap. Good bye, afternoon nap.
Otto must have had tumbling on the brain, because as we're eating lunch IPA comes into the kitchen and starts to roll around on the ground. Otto looks up from his lunch, glances over toward IPA and exclaims "IPA tumbling!"
"Cute Things They Say" Extra: Otto was pretend cooking a pizza (he kept saying "pizza") while I was taking a few photos of him. He hadn't been paying attention to me, but suddenly he looked up at me and the camera and said "Cheese (slight pause) Pizza!"
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