Cheerleading Copetishen

She is really into it, drawing pictures, talking about it all the time, constantly practicing for some make-believe game that her non-existent squad of which she is an invisible member is cheering for! She reminds me of Stuart on MAD TV. "Look what I can do! Look what I can do!" She's got the splits down- something I was NEVER flexible enough to do, even in the womb- and she's the cartwheel queen. She does the several in a row thing, like she's a tire on a bicycle or something. Now I COULD do cartwheels at one point in my life, and the sad thing is that I probably STILL could, IF I wasn't afraid to straighten my legs all the way out. It's like I'm afraid if I do I'll bend the wrong way and break my back, or rip my feet off at the ankles on some extremely low hanging tree branches. I also can't swing anymore because it makes me dizzy. Pathetic. She's currently working on forward flips, which at present are a scary combination between a somersault and a body slam. She gets her legs up and then whips over and lands with a "thump" on her back. I cringe every time attempts this feat. She seems dead set on this thing, and I'm REALLY trying to coax her down another avenue. She's good at baseball, which is coming up soon I think, so I'm pretty sure this will be her first joining of an actual organized activity. Then if she likes it well enough, she'll forget all about pyramids and pom poms. RIGHT??!! She also got invited to her 1st slumber party. Which means I'll have to talk to and meet with parents/people I probably wouldn't associate with otherwise, pretend like I'm friendly and interested in them, so I can assess their mental and emotional health and determine whether I want to trust them with my firstborn! AND SO IT BEGINS. What a nightmare.