The Juice Boxx

Sascha said she wanted to interview me...excuse the casual look, baby was getting over a cold.

Sascha is taking Tae Kwon Do at the local YMCA. Hyped about the class, I bought her a cute little Gi (the white outfit). First class, she cried as soon as another kid in the class started to weep. She's a sympathy crier...

Second class, she put on a brave face and almost made it through the 45 minutes until she figured out: Hey, I can use an excuse to leave the room! So she said she had to use the bathroom, no pee. Then, I was peaking through the little window to the gym and culdn't hear her, but I saw her mouthing: "Teacher, teacher, I'm hungry." She said it repeatedly for aobut 20 minutes, so much that instructor Michael asked her what she would like. She said "pasta." I could see him holding his breath about to bust out laughing. Poor Sash. Lol. I resisted the urge to go and scoop her up, knowing full well that she wasn't hunger, we'd just had breakfast less than an hour before.

So today was the third class, she cried before we even got her Gi on and she welled up with tears when she got out of the car. No crying though. And we started to sing her new I'm brave/smart/strong anthem: "Gotta work it Sascha, work it out." (Sung to Alicia Keys' "Put It In A Love Song," of course). And it worked, thank goodness. She did her warm-up, and jumps and kicks. Eventhough, she stuck to instructor Trina's hip a little, and was the last to run to the wall, lmao, she made no excuses of hunger or having to clean the garage--we don't even have one--and came out smiling.

Mission Accomplished!