Wow. Such enthuse. Very yay.

Zoë is in Washington, DC, at the moment, so she missed her gymnastics class on Wednesday—the first day of a new session. 

This afternoon we got a text message from the mom of Zoë's friend M:

"I think you guys are in DC, in which case, hope you are enjoying your time. Today at gymnastics coach Emma said she wants to invite M. and Zoe to the homeschool team class [at a time] on [a day]. Would this be something Zoe would be interested in? M. is a yes but she still wants to do gymnastics with Zoe."

Now, we're not in DC. Only Benjamin and Zoë are (with Grandpa and Darla), see?

I told Andrew that Zoë would be, and I quote, "super interested" and "thrilled to pieces." She's been hoping to level up to the team for quite some time. So he texted her:

"Hey! Coach Emma wants to move you and M up to the...homeschool team class next week."

"Ok," she wrote back.

Andrew questioned her enthusiasm and sent me a screenshot of their conversation to me with the note: "Thrilled to pieces?"

When we video called her later ("Hey!" she said proudly, "This is how we'll talk when I'm in college!"), I teased her about not being more excited about Andrew's text message.

"All you said was ok."

"I am excited," she hedged. "I meant to add some exclamation marks..." 

"I just...thought you'd be more excited about being invited to the team, that's all. You've been talking about it for..."

"The team!?" she asked, eyes wide. 

"The team," I confirmed.

"I didn't realize it was the team!!" she squealed.

"I said 'team class' in my text message," Andrew said. 

"Oh...well...I...didn't see that part."

So she amended her previous reaction to read with a little more enthusiasm...

Exciting times for this kid!