Boy/Girl ratio issues at holiday club

I left a rather grumpy looking Junior at rhythmic gymnastics with 20 sweet little girls in pigtails and pink pumps. I tried to reassure him that boys love gymnastics too and that his Great Grandad Quested could walk down the stone steps at Portobello Beach on his hands. He gave me a disgruntled glare as I left the hall.

When I picked him up an hour later he was acting all cool as the girls fought over who was going to be his partner on the way out.

"Goodbye!" they giggled sweetly as he shrugged nonchalantly and swaggered towards the car.

Who said it wasn't fun being the only boy?... : )