And the Drama Comes From...?

Side note on the gymnastics class boycott drama: Class was cancelled this week because of the ice, so we'll see how next week goes.


But I did talk to my Mom over the weekend, and for some strange reason she started reminiscing about my experiences with classes as a child. The swimming lessons at age 5 that ended 5 minutes into the class because I wouldn't stop crying and the teacher asked her to take me home. Then there was the untimely end to my piano lessons when I told my Mom on our drive to lessons one day that I was done taking lessons. Then I proceeded to threaten to jump out of the car when she said I still had to take one last lesson because my sweet, elderly teacher was expecting us. Well, of course. That is a totally normal reaction when one is faced with the horrifying thought of sitting through one more piano lesson with a harmless elderly lady. Right?


Hmmm...and I was blaming Natalie's drama on Jim. I thought I was onto something there after hearing that he tied himself to a tree in order to avoid going to Kindergarten. Maybe I shouldn't be so quick to point fingers. Perhaps we all have a little drama inside us.