Not a Ninja

I learned a new game called Ninja this summer, and it is one of my new faves. Basically it is a sophisticated hand slap game. Daddy and I were playing in the kitchen tonight, waiting for dinner to be ready and he got me. I screamed, only because I scream every time I lose—I don’t usually win, but still it catches me off guard. You were sitting at the table in your special chair, and out come the pouty lip and tears. Sweet girl. You thought Mommy got hurt and it scared you. It took a little while to soothe your hurt feelings. As tough as you are, you can be pretty sensitive. It just goes to show how aware you are though.