The teacher started the class with some cute floor warm-up exercises. All the good little boys and girls sat with their moms and attempted to follow along with the stretches. And I sat alone as AW sprung around the mat like a cracked up maniac. I think sometimes he is composed of pure rubber. Then we did some obstacle courses and he just could not get the concept of following and taking turns. They do learn to listen and follow directions at some point, right?
Second bit of bad news - he's terrible at gymnastics. His forward roll was disastrous, he kept falling off the balance beam and he could not, literally, grasp the concept of the bar.
But I can still dream that one day he will be a future Olympian, right? Stick that landing little buddy!