So I Snuck My Toddler Into A Racquetball Court…

20 months.

After Jack finished his swim lesson Saturday at the rec center with his best friend Henry, the two of them somehow ended up wandering into the racquetball court across the hall.

As to mock the 2011 trend/cliche of three one-word sentences, let me put it this way:

Best. Idea. Ever.

Toddlers and racquetball courts are the best combination since Simon and Garfunkel. Why?

Because A) your kid is able to run as fast as they can without any obstacles B) in an overly acoustic room which magnifies their shouts of joy and delight C) plus it burns off plenty of energy, just in time for afternoon nap time in the car ride home.

Oh, and also because it’s hilarious to watch.

In fact, I would go as far as to say that a racquetball court is the ideal environment for a toddler during playtime.

We all know how those inflatable jumpy things are so popular to rent out for kids’ birthday parties.

Well, imagine the spendor of seeing toddlers running while screaming as loud as they can, yet not having to listen to them because you’re standing outside of the nearly sound-proof room, watching through the window.

Granted, there was always at least one of us parents in there supervising. We all sort of rotated out of the court because watching them play through the window was wonderful entertainment.

Now, was what we did as parents breaking the rules? The sign above the door instructed all racquetball players to sign in at the front desk before entering the court.

However, it didn’t say anything about non-players having to sign in at the front desk before entering.

And as the saying goes, sometimes it’s better to ask forgiveness than to ask permission. Turns out, we didn’t have to ask for either. Because none of the employees noticed.

If you would like to see more pictures of the glorious event, teleport to The Dadabase’s Facebook wall.

Oh, and…. you’re welcome for my awesome idea.

We’ll see you on the “racket” ball court!

 

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  1. by Gina Danner

    On July 17, 2012 at 7:42 am

    I’m not a parent, but I LOVE racquetball and love watching the kids play on a spare court during a tournament. The little ones throw racquetballs and try to swing away with a racquet that is almost as big as they are. They run the scream they throw things and it is the perfect place to let them be kids.

    Kind of the same thing happens when the adults are playing a real game of racquetball. They run, scream and try to be kids.