He didn't want to go. No reason. Just didn't want to go.
I was planning on paying for his September session and buying his Gi.
We went anyway just in case he had one of those 4 year old crazy mind changes at the last minute. He sat on my lap and watched and laughed and smiled, but wouldn't move off of it. Until 5 minutes before it was over. He ran to his orange dot. Stood on it. Jumped. Sat down. Bowed. And class was over.
I didn't buy the Gi. I didn't pay for class.
We'll see what Monday brings. And I'll just ignore the urge to push him into something I know he'll love because I guess he is really the only one who gets to decide what he really loves.
And then last night I read this post. Perfect timing.