When my daughter was young she took gymnastic lessons for several years. My son, a couple years younger, wanted to take gymnastics like his sister, but became demandingly enamored of frolicking in the ball pool – against the wishes of his instructors. We signed him up for martial arts.
With Christina in class, Dylan and I passed our time on the old wooden footbridge that spanned the stream that ran alongside the gymnastics parking lot. Many’s the stick, pinecone and leaf that burbled along, bumping and dunking down its watery raceway, from one side of the bridge to the other.
Pooh is fundamental. Don’t you think now is the best time for Pooh Sticks?