Somersault

I took my son to the gym today, a gymnastics class. He's the busiest boy I know, must find something that tires him out. We've tried these gyms before. He hated the others. He takes after his mom. 

This one was different. He learned something! Somersaults. And I did too, how to spell this word, which never had much use before. Anyway, he's far from perfecting his over the head flip. But his world came alive when he landed. And I realized, we are in trouble. How long before the somersault gets practiced off the end of my bed or the couch. Stay tuned for that story. Overall, gym class a success. 

But what was with the tall, tan dad with the raspberry painted toe nails?