Speaking of gymnastics…
On Tuesdays, I drive home four girls from the gym: the Butterfly, the Ladybug, and her friends Malia and Sara. As such, I overhear their conversations about the day’s workout. This is one of those times…
Malia: … and that’s when I split the beam.
Ladybug: You split the balance beam? Ouch.
Me: Wait, what? You broke the balance beam?
Malia: No, I splitĀ the beam.
Me: And that’s not breaking it?
Malia: No, it means… well, it means… [she turns all red and starts to stammer]
Ladybug: No, I means she… well, she kinda… [she turns all red and starts to stammer too]
Sara: It means she CROTCHED it.
Me: …
Me: New rule. Don’t let me ask you guys any more gymnastics questions from now on.