If you teach children, you’ve been asked. Probably more than once, usually by a parent who loved your class and wants that feeling at her daughter’s sixth birthday. And there’s a good chance you said something vague. Not because you can’t teach — you can. Because a party isn’t a class. There are twelve children instead of eight, half of them have never done yoga, there’s cake in the next room, and one adult is filming the whole thing. You don’t have a plan for that, so quoting a price feels like guessing, and the inquiry quietly goes away. That’s the gap this course closes. Not your teaching. The forty other decisions around it.