As If I Needed the Reminder..

Sprite walks over to me in John's office as I'm sitting at the computer.

"Up!" she demands.

I lean over and grasp her under the arms as I pull her up to me. I try to sit her on my lap, but her legs won't unlock and instead she stands on my lap, one foot on each leg.

As I hold her hands, Sprite then lifts her right leg off my lap and brings it back almost perfectly straight with just the slightest bend at the knee, her toes pointed. Her upper body leans forward and she smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling. Betcha didn't think I could do that, did ya?

"Wow," I marvel, praising her grace and envying her ability to hold her balance, especially on my lap. She'd be pretty good for Yoga, I muse. She brings her leg down to regain her balance and then moves right back into her dancer's pose. Where did she get this from?

I study her form. Her arms are positioned and rigid. Her back is gracefully arched. Her neck is long and lean and her smile is watt ready for a magazine cover. She is a natural ham, just like her mommy. In fact, looking at her right now, I can't find her daddy anywhere in her.

She leans forward to kiss me and her smile grows even wider as a belch escapes her mouth just before it presses against mine.

Ah, there he is.

Comments

[Baba]

Are you pulling my lag? Or is this what Sprite is thinking?

[Becca]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Too bad it didn't come out of the other end!

[Sprite's Keeper]

I'm not sure what you mean, but she really did this. She was definitely showing off what she could do!

[Undomestic Diva]

Of all the genes these husbands of ours have to pass down to our children... wouldn't you just know it? Figures.