... the kitchen becomes a practice area for cheer jumps at 7:30 in the morning. Standing over my coffee at the kitchen counter a while ago (yes, I got a full cup this morning, nice and hot!) we were chatting about school and the coming weekend when suddenly she erupts into a full jump, arms swinging and legs flying. I just shake my head. Clearly she is not at all concerned about where and when she bursts into cheer. Clapping and hand motions follow me everywhere. The other day I caught her teaching my son to "H-U-S-T-L-E." He's four. Now I hear it even when she's not here!
My little secret: I love it, and it is exactly what I signed up for. ;)
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