At supper the other night we had just finished saying thank you for our food, and Grace says, “Amazing Grace,” (referring to herself that is). And just a few nights ago after I said goodnight she says, “I’m so special.” It’s good to know that she has inherited the awesome gene.

Grace came home in different clothes from school today.

“Grace, what happened that you are wearing different clothes?”
“I slipped, and fell in the water bucket – it was really sore.”
“How did that happen?”
“I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Seems she also inherited my clumsy gene.