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Gymbo all to herself

Willow was the only tot to show up at Monday afternoon's
Gymboree Play & Learn class. She took full advantage.


Willow had the whole gym to herself.
Last week I had a little head cold that prevented me from taking Little Miss Willow to her Wednesday afternoon play date at Gymbo's Place.
I made it up to her by taking her to a class on Monday, but no other kids showed up (they must have all been sick even if I didn't give them the bug).
Undeterred, Willow took advantage of the situation, claiming the entire Gymboree gymnasium to herself. There were no other buggers around to interfere with her play.
Nosireebob, Gymbo.
Willow bounced on the trampoline, which is usually overrun by little rugrats. She walked across the bridge. She crawled through the tunnel. She climbed the wedge. She dribbled the balls (and made a few baskets too on the tot-sized goal).
Little Miss Willow had some big-time fun.
And I did too. Usually I pocket my camera phone because I'm uncomfortable about taking pictures in the toddler-filled room. Not this time; I snapped away.
As Willow was playing and I was snapping, the lone teacher at the gym during the hour offered to teach the class despite it being a class of one. I told her she didn't have to, but I asked her if she'd cover Willow's favorite parts: the air log roll and the bubble play.
Willow's favorite thing at Gymbo's all along has been pushing the air log. I think all the kids love it, actually. The teacher rolled out the log, and Willow knew what to do, pushing the air log this way and that for a few minutes.
Then the teacher got out the bubble blower.
"Bubbles for Willow, bubbles for Willow ..." the simple song goes.
But the song doesn't need to be elaborate. The fun lies in the music of the bubbles dancing down over Willow's face.
The smile said it all: Gymbo's is fun with all the other kids running around, but this was a special day because Willow had Gymbo all to herself.
Willow's favorite Gymbo activity is the air log roll.

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