Dear Carolyn,
For the record, when you are 30-something and you recall when you were little and you took gymnastics, and I say something like “honey, you never took gymnastics, it must have been something you wanted to do so much that you just imagined going to a gymnastics class”…? Yeah, you were at gymnastics class this summer. Just for four classes, and it was pretty low-key, but you did, in fact, do gymnastics. Here’s some photographic evidence:
Love, Mommy
P.S. Ask Grandma why this whole conversation was necessary in the first place. It’s called “parental amnesia”, and as much as we parents want you children to think we’re infallable, our memories have been permanently damaged from sleep deprivation and … well, mostly sleep deprivation. So there’s going to be large chunks of your childhood that I will never remember, and the only record will be this blog. (Hm, better go pay that hosting bill…)