Last night, the neighborhood kids were all in our yard. The boys were digging under the big pine tree and the girls were hanging out with me and chatting -- mainly about shoes.
After doing a cartwheel, the little girl next door, who is five, said to me, "Sometimes, when I'm doing gymnastics at the gym, I hear a voice in my head that says, 'Your job here is to help'."
Hello.
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