Your class is reading books about saying you're sorry and about the first gift that your parents gave you... (your name) You remembered all about the sorry book.
Today should have been ballet, but you were so pooped. I'm gonna work at not being worried about this...and just letting it happen as it does. (Not that worrying would result in anything different...)
The weirdest conversation happened tonight. I was putting cream on my legs, and you asked if it was for boys too? Is school teaching you some sort of boy/girl dichotomy? Ugh. Well. We talked about how there is no real difference between boy and girl things...and you proceeded to spread the "scream" all over your face.
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