Meg has been coming home from school raving about how much she loves basketball.
I'm happy that she's happy.
But I'm also a little puzzled.
OK. More than a little puzzled.
Meg is not particularly athletic and I know from our early morning summer badminton games that she has unfortunately inherited my (lack of) hand-eye coordination.
How on earth is she enjoying basketball??
Well, Friday was observation day.
The special end-of-year-presentation observation day.
And as well as showing off their class dance, their reading, singing and pianica playing skills they did a whole class skipathon and then played basketball.
Now I get it.
This style of basketball does indeed look fun!
Rather than five a side they play half the class at a time.
And if the ball hits the backboard you get one point.
Hit the rim for two.
A basket from anywhere gets you three.
Not sure what you get if you land a real three-pointer but I'm guessing the issue probably hasn't come up yet!
That's me and another mum giggling watching the game. We both played basketball at Uni (me badly but hey) and have been wondering how basketball is so much fun for the kids.
Now we know!
And I missed the bit in the video where the ball was passed half the court away and the only girl waiting put her hands over her head and ducked.
Or the bit up the other end where there were so many hands in the air batting at the ball but not catching it it was like at a concert where they throw a ball out into the crowd...
But you know the kids are having heaps of fun and getting some exercise and keeping warm while their playing fields are covered in snow so all's good, right?