A turning point

If I hadn't been uncomfortably present for Z's birth, I would have sworn that she sprang Athena-style from B's head.  She has manifested none of my genes for appearance or personality, which makes life veeery interesting at times.

Until recently, that is. We've been unable to pry the books from Z's hands. (My high school cross-country coach remembers me running and reading at the same time.)

Whew!  I was beginning to worry.


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  1. Read on, lady! Well done! (And, um, cross country sounds like it would be infinitely better with a book. Infinitely more dangerous, too, though.)

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