I was at the gym the other day when a line of parents walked by trailed by their progenies carrying balloons and presents. One of the little people was having a birthday party. In the gym. Now, it’s true there’s a kids room with toys and games, but still: it’s a gym.
I guess the good thing about having a 5-year-old is that they don’t realize that they’re celebrating their birthday at a place where people sweat. The bad thing about having a 5-year-old is that you have a 5-year-old. And you’re obligated to arrange a birthday party to entertain other 5-year-olds. And you think having it at the gym is a good idea. And you know what, it probably is, given that the alternatives are Chuck E. Cheese and your house full of breakable stuff.
Still, isn’t going to the gym bad enough?