The Bean had her first Swatting at Imaginary Butterflies lesson yesterday.
I’d call it a tennis lesson but she probably inadvertantly hit more imaginary butterflies than tennis balls.
I call ’em like I see ’em. Hopefully I’ll never be one of those parents that walks away from something like that and tell all my friends and relatives how my children are really advanced for their age.
I like to joke with people that my girls are 150th percentile at stuff and then look for the reactions as they try to figure out what that means.
Like after a doctors visit my mom will ask how it went and I’ll tell her that the Bean is 150th percentile for math reasoning. I’m not sure if she knows if I’m kidding or not, but it’s really just a jab at all those obnoxious parents that blabber on and on about their average children as if they were superstars.
Good Morning Gloucester 
Well, my 3 month old just started Calculus, take THAT 150th percentile for Math Reasoning!
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Did I say 150th percentile?
What I meant to say was 1500th percentile.
Ha!
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Joe, it’s already too late for your daughters to be tennis prodigies. You blew it by waiting. Nice going, dad!
PS You need to work on your parallel parking skills. I watched you struggle to get your truck into the spot in front of Espresso last night; it wasn’t pretty.
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Ouch!
I was just trying to be considerate, you know I’m no proponent of the bump and feel parking method!
That was a pretty tight spot.
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