Ciarra, waiting at the bus stop, is dancing like a robot. She dips her head nearly to her knees, bends her elbows at sharp angles, pivots, throws in a few Michael Jacksonish moves. I am watching out the window.
"Ciarra, are you a robot?"
"Yep!"
Hear vehicles coming up the road
"Ciarra, people are going to think you are pretty silly" (WHY do I care? shes alive, vibrant, happy, uninhibited..do i REALLY want her to be more like ME? NOOO!!)
"Its ok, Mom, Im just dancing. I dont even know their names."
Meaning: Dont worry about it. I got this. What do *I* care what strangers think. Atta girl CB.
Dad’s Truck & Camper
2 years ago
1 comment:
Hey! Way to go Ciarra, and nice to see you blogging again :)
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