On Saturdays I usually teach 2 gymnastics classes, take a lunch break, then do 2 birthday parties. Today, my boss thought it would be fun (you know since thursday I came in ON MY DAY OFF to cover for her), if I would teach my 2 classes, then teach her 2 classes, then do a birthday party all back to back. You know, because I have superhuman strength when I don't eat, go to the bathroom, or get a drink of water for 7 straight hours while simultaneously demonstrating athletic moves.
Suprisingly, everything is going fine by my 4th class. That is, until a 4 year old child (who we shall call "SATAN" only to protect his identity...sort of), decided to be incapable of listening. So Satan is up on the high bar and I tell him that he is going to flip over the bar. The little genius takes it upon himself to immediately ignore me, jump down instead, and land on top of me with a swift powerful kick directly to my babymaker.
I let out a cry of pain similar to a dying cat...and took what little strength I had left to restrain myself from striking a child.
Then I came home and immediately applied for several office jobs where there are no children within a 100 foot radius.
NEATO!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment