Preschool Practice.
This morning, while Marley and Rudy and I munched snacks on one of the picnic benches at Davis Farm's splash park, I asked Rudy if she was going to listen to her teachers at preschool. I'm not so sure how she's going to do, if my preparing her in June is any indication. I asked her if she knew how to raise her hand, and then she demonstrated, shooting her right arm in the air and then waggling it around and flopping her hand from side to side, like she was either turning an invisible doorknob or giving a so-so review for the new season of "Ni Hao, Kai-Lan." Later, Marley showed Rudy her version: shoulders back, and both her left arm and hand rigid and completely vertical, like a salute. "I like to keep it straight," said the pipsqueak-y perfectionist. "I bet you do," I said back. And then we had some cookies.
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