Today was Ethan's Little Gym performance class--the one where 12 (or 2, in his case) weeks of hard work and preparation pay off with a big bang in the form of a bunch of 3 year olds running around, bumping into each other and falling off of balance beams while pretending to turn into butterflies.
He did awesome. I was so proud of him as he leapt around with the other little, um, Funny Bugs. I did get the "Hey, did you know you just wrote a big check to a cult?" vibe when the SUPERFUNCHEERY!!!! teacher turned on the surround-sound audio of some reassuring sounding man going on about how the gym promotes self-esteem and how these visits to the Little Gym will be a part of my child's cognitive, emotional, social and kinesthetic development forever. And when SUPERFUNCHEERY!!!! teacher reiterated it in her "before you go, we have to read these lines to you so the indoctrination will be complete" speech.
But more than the weird feeling that I had indeed been given a big cup of "the koolaid," I was distracted by the fact that Ethan did EVERYTHING with his tongue sticking out. I'm really not exaggerating. His tongue, mostly poking out of the side of his mouth, was omnipresent during the entire hour. Check out this tongue---it's in every single picture.