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I was telling Christa (somewhat playfully) today how good she would be at cross-country.

"You could probably beat your brothers," said I, "if you trained, because even without training you're all muscle."

(This is not an exaggeration. She, less than ten years old, has the tone of a body-builder without even trying.)

"Nuh-uh," she protested. "I stretch too!"

"Well, yes," I explained, "but you stretch your muscles."

She gave me the look of an enlightened skeptic.

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"Christa," my mother said, holding up a pair of jeans. "I think I need to take these back and get the next size down."

"Oh, you don't have to," replied the girl in question serenely. "I can always just grow them in."

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And finally, hanging around my neck, she informed me:

"I love you so much - 'cause when we go places guess what? You spoil me!"
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  1. Marigold on February 1, 2009 at 5:33 PM

    Aw, those accounts are so precious!

     
  2. Anonymous on February 3, 2009 at 5:56 PM

    Oh, hooray for wee sisters. :o)

     


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