This is one of the most precious children I know. It is no accident that she belongs to one of my favorite people in the world.
She is so very polite. She always says "Yes m'am" and calls me by my Dr. title even though I've told her not to. Now she does it for spite. The little devil.
She also has a wicked sense of humor. For my birthday, she gave me a figurine of our former gymnastics coach because we both love to make fun of the coach. No doubt she's a very good coach; she just doesn't come off as being very smart.
I have to watch myself around her. I forget she's not a grown-up, and I tend to say things I shouldn't.
I'm sure she has her bad days, but I've never seen her be anything but sunny and cheerful. Even when she broke her arm and had to have surgery, she was joking with me on the phone. Could have been the drugs, I guess.
When she comes to our school, she is always willing to do whatever we ask her to. Even if it means she has to stop playing her computer game for a few minutes. When she goes out for lunch with the grown-ups, she doesn't act like a brat. She doesn't command all the attention. I wish some of the grown-ups could grasp that concept.
She knows how to be tolerant of people and she knows that sometimes you just have to be nice to people, even if they aren't very nice. Or likable.
I want to be just like her when I grow up.
She reads my blog, too, and I hope it doesn't give her the big head now that I have bragged on her. I'd hate to have to take her down a notch or two.