Cheer clinic and tryouts were this week. She made it. The guys asked me earlier in the week when she would stop all that stomp/clap/stomp/clap mess she had been doing in the shower every night that you could hear all over the house. I didn't have the heart to tell them it would be years before that would end, or when they are old enough to move out on their own.
Until then, we suffer together. Rah.Rah.Rah.
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