What have I gotten myself into?

Abby had her first cheerleading class tonight. It was kind of last-minute that I decided to sign her up for it. It seemed simple enough - 40 minutes, once a week for 16 weeks, $6 a week. What I didn't know is that there is a "cheerleading showcase" and if her squad wins, they get to go to the regional competition in Kansas City. In case you didn't realize, Abby is 5. I didn't travel for volleyball until I was in eighth grade! The trip is optional, but there was a little girl there who was 9 who had never cheerleaded (is that a word?) before and she was going to have to start off with girls much younger than her to catch up. That would suck. I'll give it a few weeks and see how it goes, but I do not want to go to Kansas City. Abby, of course, was in heaven. She already learned a chant (a chant is said three times and is much shorter than a cheer, which is said only once: "Dribble it, pass it, put it in the basket! Go Tigers!") I have no idea what I have gotten myself into. And she already made a friend named Rachel. She can make friends anywhere.

Also, a funny conversation Abby and I had a few days ago:

Me: Abby, can you put your clothes in your laundry basket please?

Abby: I guess, but I am so annoyed right now.

You tell me how old my daughter really is because I swear it's not 5.