I started the improv class last night.
I didn't die.
Or puke.

It was fun, actually.

But the best part was telling Jake all about it when I came home.  If you could've seen his face...

"mommy!  how was your class?"
"Good!  I jumped around like a monkey and acted like a bear and wiggled while I counted and danced funny dances and got in a big circle with my new friends and we told everyone our names while we did something silly with our hands and took turns singing songs and naming all sorts of cereals and cartoons and states and pretended to argue and pretended to agree and had lots of fun and now I'm back here with you"
"wooooowwwww.  when can I go?  that sounds like it's more for kids and not so much for grownups.  maybe i should go next time."

Improv class?  It's like porn for a three year old.

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I have a horrible time coming up with "appropriate" words if I have to do it in a split second so that was a bit of a struggle.
Like when Lauren said "birthday cake" and I said "stripper" and another girl (who clearly has the same problem I do) said "ambiguously gay duo" when someone else said "Batman" and I said "Bush Cheney" after she said ambiguously gay duo and then I wondered if the W would have nipples in his Batman suit like in the Joel Schumacher films or if he would go smooth.  And then I kept thinking about how controversial it was that Batman had nipples.  And then I wondered how many people in the room knew why men have nipples.  And then I wondered how many people in the room think it's weird if a dude likes his nipples sucked and then I wondered how many people in the entire city were either getting their nipples sucked or sucking on nipples and I wondered about all the different scenarios that could be unfolding if you added those two numbers up and didn't get an even number.
And then I came out of it round about the time that I was singing It Takes Two while standing in the middle of a circle made up of people I didn't know when I woke up that morning.  Or maybe when it was during my rendition of Heart of Glass and dammit I thought I knew all the words to that song but I totally don't at crunch time so I almost choked and led them in another round of the Hokey Pokey but I had already done that to them once that day and two times is really pushing it so I just made do.
And we all moved on.
And when we had to name a cereal when someone pointed at us (I hate getting pointed at.  But that's why I was there, to move past things like that)? The only thing I could come with was Smurf Berry Crunch.
And we actually had to touch other people.  Like actually touch their hands and their knees.
And we had to make eyecontact with total strangers.
But I survived.
And I had fun.

And that's what counts.