That girl has already accumulated more black eyes than I ever have.
“Hey Mom!” Clara shouts, “Bet you didn’t notice…. THIS!” And she pulls up the leg of her pants and thrusts her foot out to show me the scratch on her ankle complete with blood smeared half way down her foot.
Me: “No, I didn’t!”
Clara: “Yeah! – Can I have a band-aid!”
Clara: “OK, I’ll get it!”
That girl is the best peacemaker in the family.
One day after seeing Jane and Clara engaged in overly suspicious activities with their bedroom window, I came running upstairs to kill the fun.
Me: “We don’t throw water out the window! “We don’t throw anything out the window!”
Clara: “How about rocks?”
Me: “What about rocks?”
Clara: “Can I throw them out the window?”
That girl is my go-to “finder” of lost objects.
Clara hands me a pair of poultry shears that she “found” and drops it between our bare toes.
Me: “Wow, that made my toes scared, how about you!?”
Clara giggles: “No, I knew where it was going to land.”
That girl climbs trees and jumps out of them.
That girl can climb straight up a rope with just her arms.
That girl loves the beehives.
That girl collects her own duck eggs for breakfast.
Yes, our conversations about Clara always end with one of us shaking our heads with half smile, as we say, “That girl…” with more than just a touch of pride.
Happy fifth birthday Clara!