My little girl
21st April 2008
When I got home from the race on Sunday, Kristine was hosting an organizational meeting for our church life groups; Josiah was asleep; and Analise was in her room watching a Little Einstein’s episode on our laptop. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with the laptop on a table right next to the bed. When I came into the room, we had the following interaction [keep in mind that Analise talked in the sweetest voice during all of this]:
Analise: What are you doing in my room?
Me: I just got home from the bike race.
Analise: Were you in the front?
Me: Yes I was in the front some of the time.
Analise: Did you win?
Me: No, I didn’t win this time.
Analise: What was the name of the person who won?
Me: I think his name was David.
Analise: How long is his name?
Me: It has five letters … D-A-V-I-D
Analise: Oh.
Thank goodness she didn’t ask about the road race or the time trial. It would have been complicated explaining all the dynamics of the people involved in that race and especially trying to get how long everyone’s name was and how to spell them all!
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