Gymnastics class for kids in Ukraine is tough. They don't just have the 2016 Olympics in mind; they're preparing for war. Or maybe they're training up a corps of future babe assassins to carry out deadly missions across the globe. Hollywood will love it.
My girl's teacher is a thin, blonde pixie-like student, almost a waif to the untrained eye. But when she's in command of a classroom of small girls, she transforms into another kind of being, one with an iron fist and a steely eye. She barks out commands and doesn't hesitate to criticize her pupils.
It's not exactly the style we're used to in the West. But it works. She's the only person in the world my daughter obeys without question.
Maybe I'll ask her to babysit.