One gym just keeps your kid alive. The other gym interacts and plays with your kid.
Today we visited the gym where they play with your kid. I walked in after my classes and found Miss M sitting in a beanbag chair with her blanket and her snack trap of goodies. The girl who works there was holding Miss M's sippy cup and every time she grunted she got her the toy she thought that she wanted. It was quite a sight. I have a personal trainer and Miss M has a personal assistant to get her toys and food and drinks while she sits in her throne of a beanbag.
It may appear as though she isn't enjoying herself but she is rather she was getting tired. It's less than a 15 minute car ride home and she was sacked out long before we reached our parking spot.
Apparently it's hard being the Queen.
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