Today Maggie had her first gymnastics class at the real-deal gymnastics place... Ultimate Gymnastics. This is the type of place you walk into and you expect to see three-foot tall eleven-year-olds frantically doing handsprings while their coach yells "Faster! Faster!" from across the room. In addition to training the next generation of Olympic hopefuls, they also host birthday parties... which is how we ended up there. Maggie attended a party and promptly declared that she HAS TO take gymnastic classes there, because that place is SOOOO COOL!!
I was sitting in the parents viewing area (which actually has bleachers, really... bleachers!) in front of two mothers whose daughters must have been participants at the school for a while because they seemed to know each other fairly well, and they totally weren't paying any attention to the death-defying tricks their daughters were performing out in the gym. And here is where we come to the point of this post... those two mothers had a twenty minute conversation about CHICKEN NUGGETS! Twenty minutes! Where to buy them, which ones are best, which ones are second best, how much they cost and how many bags of chicken nuggets one should have on hand at any given moment. It was the kind of conversation that made me want to go out and get a job... a job that does not revolve around wiping someones butt or hunting down the best chicken nuggets in town.
I am writing this post as a preventative measure. I am sure the day will come when I have even less time than I do now and I am no longer stimulating or stimulated enough to carry on a conversation regarding anything remotely interesting to anyone. But PLEASE, someone, anyone... if I start to speak to you about the merits of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese over Velveeta, please refer me back to this post. I thank you in advance.
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