Pete

Pete, the 8 year, comes home sometimes, okay often, with a chip on her shoulder. I've just begun to expect het to complain about something- picking her up to early, or late, no good food, no one likes her, can't choose which friend, ad nauseum. Well, today was a wee bit different. She came bouncing out of school, then proceeded to tell us all about her day, then repeated verabtim some instructions, then sang every song in her big voice that they're doing at the PTO meeting- "It's Tuesday, I have to be there at 6:30 not you though you have to drop me off then go find a seat and I need a pair of sunglasses but it's okay if I don't have them she has some we can borrow but I have to give them right back **big smiles** " It's days like this that we remember why we kept her.