We had a fitness class taught by Mario last night. He cheerfully ordered us to stand on one leg and then to push our arms above our head and out to the sides. Ri and I had to run around the family room for one minute without stopping. He showed us how to do a handstand and kick our feet out (neither Ri nor I could get that one perfected). All the while, he laughed and thoroughly enjoyed himself. Jon and I pictured him as a fitness trainer, probably fitting in out in California with that blond hair.
Then it was Ri’s turn to play trainer. Watch out folks! She barked out orders and if we so much as stepped the wrong direction, she pointed her finger and demanded a do-over. Where we see Mario in California, we see Ri leading a boot camp.