Like others, my kids were doing gymnastics on the beach. Always impressed with my stellar moves, they asked me to do a few cartwheels and a split for them. I chugged my drink and got up out of my chair. Before I could launch into a haphazard attempt to flip in any way, the girls asked me (100 times, I swear!) to watch them do their tricks. With each request they said “Mom watch! Mom look! Mom watch!” I told them if they wanted me to do anything, they needed to stop calling me “Mom”. I asked them to call me Nicole instead so when anyone on this very public beach saw my fat, Coppertone white, 39-year-old ass doing flips, they would think I was a drunk older sister and not some delusional parent thinking “I still had it”. At their first request of Nicole, I did a split. BOOM! (And ouch…definitely don’t still have it….)
