Don’t fight the fine print; jump in and have fun

Saturday morning found me in an awkward position—tackling downward dog on a gymnastics mat in a community center with three other adults and three toddlers. It was not the morning I had planned.   I signed my two-year-old daughter up for toddler gymnastics as a birthday gift. I was so excited to enroll her because she’s my little jumping bean. I counted down the days to the first day of class.   Keira and I got to the center 15 minutes early. “I bounce,” she repeated on the way up to the doors. Inside, I settled