I'd be lying if I told you I didn't think Lulu had Olympic-potental when I saw her on the park exercise equipment. She swung, dashed, stretched, jumped, and did everything a kid could do on makeshift monkeybars with grace, agility, and ease.
My mind wandered to a future of great athleticism. Hello, gymnastics. Hard work. Heartbreak. Discipline. Injury. Risks. Medals! Magazine Covers! Sponsors! [Record scratch] Wait, wha? I can't even stand my pretend-stage-mom-persona. Let's just get back to enjoying the pureness of playing in the park.
Caught you. You know you let your mind go there. And that's cool. Nobody's judging cause they forgot to tell you, they think these crazy thoughts too.