Cartwheelers Anonymous.
overheard last night before bedtime

(Who in the name of God taught my double jointed child how to cartwheel? WHO?)

Jordin: Mommy this hurts. A lot.
(points to left hip... )

Me: Sorry, Jordin... need some Motrin? (yes, anything so mommy can sleep too)

Jordin: Yeah. (whines)

Me: What do you think happened?

Jordin: I just turned too many cartwheels today. I did four in a row. Straight. And a bunch more.

Me: Jordin?

Jordin: Yeah?

Me: Why don't you stop doing so many cartwheels. You know, you can always use your feet and walk to get anywhere you want to go.. you don't have to cartwheel.

Jordin: I know. I just can't stop.