1, 2, 3, You’re Out





Every week, I visit four precious little girls. I play “I’m the adult, listen to what I have to say” and hope they absorb all of my ‘grown-up’ talk. The more I sit with them, the more the roles reverse and they end up schooling me. The lesson: Old people are so uptight; just relax and play.

My girls, as I affectionately call them, started a game right in the middle of my speech. HaHa. And all I could do was capture the moment.

The sequence of wiggling toes says it all.

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  • i love these pictures, they made me smile!

    • I know what you mean. They have the same affect on me.

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