Tumbling came to an end yesterday evening.  It was an intense six weeks in which Little H came in only knowing how to do a somersault, quickly learned that she was doing it wrong, lost confidence in her ability to do a somersault, became unable to do a somersault without someone coaching her through it, and eventually re-learned how to do a somersault on her own.  And also she now knows how to do a donkey-kick really well.  So when the summer olympics start looking for yet another useless sport to throw into the mix in order to stretch the media coverage just that much longer, I'm nominating the donkey-kick.

Now for my moral dilemma.  After class, she came running over to Dan and I with a popsicle and a paper.  The paper said something like, "Thanks for enrolling your kid in our tumbling class.  Now you should put her/him in our cheerleading class that starts next month because if you don't then you probably don't really love her/him."

Thankfully Little H can't read.  If she could, she would be begging us to be in the cheerleading class.  Now I'm all for the exercise, but I don't want my daughter to be a cheerleader.  Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against all cheerleaders.  I have a very nice sister-in-law and soon-to-be sister-in-law who used to be cheerleaders.  I mostly just don't want to be a cheerleader's mom.  It's too much drama, and it's too crazy, and I don't want to end up like that lady who tried to take out a hit on the girl who beat her kid in try-outs.  Also I'm trying to force her to play soccer, and girls' soccer and football are in the same season so it just wouldn't work.  What to do, what to do?