POMMY

So the Thomas Twins came over after my event last night. You never know what's going to take place when that happens. They are like my own personal Gandolf.

I don't know how we got on the topic of bad cheerleading, but I tried to explain "passing the poms." Knowing it's much easier to do than explain (even though my squad NEVER once did this), one thing led to another and here's what transpired.

Pretend the shoes are giant enormous pom-poms and pretend that we are junior high cheerleaders at cheer camp (MLGM, LC, HCW--this is for y'all):

So clearly, we messed up that time. Elliott got a little too overzealous and started passing his "poms" before I was ready. I think he was concentrating too much on his dancing and not enough on his passing.

So we tried it again:

Still not quite there yet. Our arms were not in sync.

Finally, we got it right, then celebrated a little bit afterward:

And that, dear readers, is passing the poms. Impressed?