Mummy and me class. The first one I’ve been to and it was exactly what I envisioned, except for my partner in crime.
I knew there would be singing and a lot of clapping and I can’t pretend that marching in a circle while chochooing like a train was all that surprising but doing it alone caught me off guards. My son was too cool for all of this you see. Yes, my 18 month old, the “me” in “mummy and me” shook his hands and said no about three minutes into the class as his mother, who put make-up on for this venture I might add, was driving an imaginary bus with a hula hoop for a wheel. [Read more...]
