Overheard

My favorite overheard conversation tonight:

L: "So the little kids come in for their class today, and [one of them] is running across the mat and suddenly stops short ... 'is that BLOOD?!!?' she asks, and I was like, 'well, yeah, some of it's probably blood ... some other stuff, too, probably ...' 'Oh, that's GROSS!' she says, and I'm like 'Well, the big guys play kinda rough sometimes ..."

This as E was mopping up the blood (which was gone by the time I came into the room ... and I'm thankful for that) and cleaning the rest of the mats before class tonight.

And it's true. The big guys play pretty stinkin' rough. Which impedes me from getting too rough with them. I'm not keen on needing to have my blood mopped up. And I like the shape my nose currently has.

That said, I get all glowy-happy-proud when, in the middle of a conditioning drill, Jason yells out first: "My name is JOE! Man! Look at that guy go!" And then a few seconds later: "Woo! My name is SARAH! Girl, I'm PROUD of how far you've come! Damn proud!"

Me, too.

*blush*

*curtsey*