Elite gymnastics and pineapple on pizza
The tale of an extraordinary weekend
She gets it from me…
Considering my own sporting prowess - always B team, largely on the bench and pretending to have a period every week so I could avoid P.E. (back in the days when male P.E. teachers would let you get away with that) - it will come as no surprise that I have a national gymnast for a daughter.
Or perhaps it will.
It sure shocked the hel…