Who Me? Nah, musta been somebody else.

Last week Ellie went to her regular Tuesday Little Gym class. That night, Doug glances down at her bare foot.

"Oh my god, honey" he says to her, then looks up at me. "She has something on her foot. Like a rash or something."

I look.
"Oh no, that's just a stamp" I said.
"A stamp?"
"Yes, she gets a stamp at Little Gym"

He looked at me quizzically.

"It's like, you know, like getting a star for your homework. I did gym, I get a stamp. Yeah for me, you know?"

"Ohhhhh" he says. "I thought you meant they get stamped as if it's a bar. So they don't sneak back in and try to take another class."

Now, I love this man but did he honestly think that the gym teacher wouldn't notice my six month old coming back in? Pay no attention to the baby in the leopard stretchy pants...