Laura took the child to the rink this morning. I stayed home to buckle down. Met up with bestie Isa and dragged her around and around, probably knocking over many small children along the way. I heard she did well, played with others, shared her ball, rollerstepped about the place and ran in horror from Elmo. But still no chicken dance. I say good grief.
This is twice I've missed the rollerskating. Don't really care to go for three.
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