On a fatherly note, my little 7 year old came to papa's for the weekend with a note from school reminding that Monday is a big sports fest-and-competition day, the 1st graders are to appear in their gym clothing and wil be bussed to another elementary, where there will be a sports competition between 10 1st grade classes, it will take about 2 hours or so.
So, we were out this evening, practicing the 50 meter sprint, deep-knee bends, running and jumping, etc., in a local field.
She was as happy as a lark. And fast, too!!!
I even got her to try to see if she can do a chin-up. She can't, but she's getting close.
And then she wanted to do a push-up contest with papa out in the big field. That was cute.
So, she did her 3 push-ups, I got on the ground and started. Around 18, I felt a small creature climb on my back and yell "Hüüü Pferdchen, hüüüü", which is the German equivalent of "giddyapp, giddyapp....",
I made it to 21 and then kind of died. That kid has really put the weight on...