Munich opened up a Gymboree last year and this past Friday we made our debut. Will even went to work (really, really) late to witness what was sure to become our latest financial burden. After a rocky start of arriving late, Edie eating her name badge, and me not seeing the sign that everyone must wear socks until I'd been smearing around my bare un-pedicured feet like a feral ape-woman for forty minutes, we had some fun.
In the class - Play & Learn 2, if you must know - a teacher organizes some opening and closing activities for the whole group, and in the middle goes around and tries to facilitate fulearning. That's "fun" + "learning." All right, I made that up. But we were schooled in a variety of ways to play better. For example, we were shown that Edie - not-yet-crawling mouth breather that she is - apparently feels successful when she plays with whiffle balls because they don't roll away from her. "See how successful she feels?" the Gymboree instructor asked. I quickly answered in the affirmative because it really seemed like the thing to do. While I quickly eschewed the advice on how to help her crawl, I did like what we have deemed Edie's Success Balls, so we fell right into their clever trap and bought three.
We're trying to incorporate Gymboree wisdom into our own lives now. (At 75 euros a month, it needs to enrich more lives than one.) So when we've got a daunting task, we try to tackle a doable part, and that's our Success Ball. The entire apartment's a mess? Well, I have time to clean the bathroom. Success Ball! No groceries in the house and no energy to cook? Buy some falafels. Success Ball!
Back to Gymboree tomorrow, and hopefully more corporate gospel from it to come.
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