Story the first: Gwendolyn is playing tee ball with her Coach Pete. She loves him (my theory is that it is his great big voice that sounds like someone gave her Granddiddy a microphone) and she likes the teenagers that help him. We briefly attended senior night for some of the boys at their high school baseball game a while back. It turns out that she thought she was part of this and would also be receiving some award. I explained senior night and assured her that she would get a metal when she had her last game. Who knew she was anxiously awaiting her final game? After years of Stephanie getting metals at the conclusion of a sport, I should have guessed. This weekend, she proudly announced that her next game day was Senior Night. Stephanie tried to correct her, but I stopped her. It was just too cute, and she has persisted, telling anyone who will listen that Senior Night is next weekend.
Story the second: We were playing a game at dinner (when Kevin was out of the room) in which the children were pretending to have each others names. We practiced and Stephanie would give her first name as Gwendolyn, and Gwen as Stephanie. Then I would ask their middle names. Stephanie would say May, and we taught Gwen to say Noel. When Kevin came back, we did our little Abbott and Costello routine. Stephanie claimed to be Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn claimed to be Stephanie. I asked Stephanie her middle name: "May". I asked Gwen her middle name: "June". It was hysterically unplanned perfection. And just why I started this blog, so I had to post.
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