My six and one half year old daughter has signed up for cheerleading. Totally.
I blame myself and my love for a certain film, which we have watched together definitely more than once. Or twice.
But mostly I blame Sparky Polastri and his darn spirit fingers.
I do think she'll have a blast, as probably all the kids will actually do is run around and jump and yell. Right? Right?
Just don't drop the spirit stick kid . . .
