A few days ago, my second grader came home from school at the usual time. "I'm going to do Yoga!" she announced triumphantly. "How do you know about Yoga?" I queried. "They were teaching us today, in gym class!" she said. "Wow. I don't know much about Yoga. . ." I remarked casually. "Well, I could teach you," my cherub responded energetically, "about the stretches. . . " And then she paused. "But there's one that you might not be able to do. . ." : )
Last month sometime. . . "Hey, Aleia! Do you want to go scuba diving with Daddy and the boys?" Charlie takes the scouts every year. "No!" she said frowning. "Why ever not?' I asked patiently, slightly puzzled. "Because I don't want to!" she pouted. "You know I don't scoob!"
Our 8 yr old daughter loves to watch my brother's wedding video. He sings to his wife. . . "Aleia wants you to write me a song, Honey." I grinned at my husband. He was willing to accommodate. "All right, how bout a rap song: 'Yo, hip Mama! I want to get down . . with you!' How's that?" : ) Some days I feel like I have eight kids. . .
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