Julia had a fantastic time at "tumbling class" today, racing around in circles for a good ten minutes, running down the trampoline track (after a pause to pint out the "www" in the URL of the tramp maker' logo) for another thirty, and then doing assorted "actions" (think "kick leg in air, then fall down" - repeatedly) until it was time to go. On the way into class, an older kid, leaving after his session, stopped us to demonstrate, in that guileless preteen way, his ability to do handstands. Julia's jaw literally dropped open.
After all that fun, she was naturally as hungry as a bear, and ate multiple helpings of the (very healthy) stuff on offer. After her fourth or fifth plate full of food (and after sopping up some excess ketchup with a scrap of hamburger bun, like some sort of pint-sized lumberjack) she looked at me grumpily and said, "Daddy, you pushed in my chair too tight!" I looked down her bulging belly and said, laughing, "No, honey, it's your tummy that got big from so much food!" She laughed at how silly that was.