F.W. #3

I have the best job in the world. I coach gymnastics for little kids. The youngest ones are probably five or six and the oldest ones are thirteen. I love them all, but the little ones are definitely the most amusing, because of the things they say and do. I remember the first day of class one of the coaches told them we were doing conditiong and asked them if they knew what that meant. One little girl raised her hand and said "It's air that blows on you when it's really hot in the summer."
Last semester there was one little boy named Johnny. On the first day of class Johnny, who was five at the time, came up to me with an outstretched hand and said, "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Johnny, what's your name?" Two minutes after our "formal" introductions he ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug a little boy could give. I knew then that little Johnny was smitten. Every day he had class he'd hug me probably ten times and he would always make sure to sit as close to me as he possibly could during stretching. As the weeks went by he went as far as blowing me kisses.
This semester Johnny is gone, but there is a new crop of kids who entertain me every night I work. Just the other day one little girl gave me a card. Now, all of the kids knew that my older sister had a baby the week before, but I think she got confused between last week and this week as to who actually had the baby. The envelope was decorated with tons of stickers and in between them was her kindergarten handwriting, reading things like "I love you" and "I can't wait to see you with your baby" and "I'm so happy for you and your baby." Inside the envelope was a simple piece of paper, which read, "I'm so proud of you." It was all I could do to keep from smiling too much. Luckily she just thought I was really really happy about my baby!