Despite WOW being all happy and amused at the sight of the "Boxing Baby", I was not. My sister-in-law keeps on bringing her baby to the club and tonight she brought the twins too. I want this to stop. I know he's my nephew and I know everyone thinks he's cute but I also know a boxing club is not an appropriate place to bring a baby. He's distracting, disrupting and him being there is dangerous. I thought our grand opening party when a baby fell off the ring and had to be rushed to the hospital to get stitches made this very clear. Apparently not.
I told Snickers to tell her or risk me posting up one of the following overly sarcastic signs because I've had enough.
We are a boxing club, NOT a daycare.
Children left unattended will be placed in the dog's corridor.
No sooner had my blood pressure reached an all time high with the baby but then I got a most unexpected but much needed sight of relief -- one of my boxing buddies from Beat Boxing came bearing cookies and coffee. Venting to my friend while sipping on a cappuccino with an extra shot was perfect.
...as was throwing a watermelon party for our Hulkies after Boxing Baby left.
Coffee and my Hulkies always make everything sunshine and peachy sweet.
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