I signed the kids up for tennis lessons this Fall. One night a week down at the courts. Should be interesting.
Tonight, I told Mario about the lesson coming up this week. He looked at me with wonder in his eyes. I thought he might be thinking about whether he has a racket so I added “we will have to buy a racket at Target this weekend.” He still looked at me with a glazed look. I thought maybe he was wondering where they would practice so I told him that practice would be at the tennis courts we pass on the way to the donut shop. Nothing in his look changed. So I decided to wait and see if he had a question for me.
Finally, after another 30 seconds or so, Mario spoke.
“I need a tennis outfit to play tennis.”