Last night’s drive to Chloe’s gymnastics wasn’t the best.

The roads were slippery, visibility was low, it was windy and after checking my purse, I didn’t have any snacks to tide us over if we got stuck somewhere.

We toyed with the idea of skipping but how could I ever graduate to the front row of the waiting room and join the conversation about “Will today be the day Gerty gets her giant?” or “Bethany is definitely strong but looking surprisingly sloppy today,” before shushing because “Oh my God! Bethany’s Mom is right there!” and then we would all nod in agreement like we ever had the combined group strength to even open the door to the gym or knew what a giant is.

If we miss too many Kindergym practices, that day may never come.

Chloe’s group looked a little smaller, not physically that would be impossible, fewer kids.

I asked her on the way home if there were some kids missing because of the bad weather.

As J-Lo as my witness, here is what she said,

Chloe: Well Callum wasn’t there.

Me: Oh, I didn’t know you had anyone named Callum in your group.

Chloe: Well, I don’t know his name. That’s just what I Callum.