AWWW!
So this week, the girlchild joined a day camp at one of the local churches doing a bitty musical about the Prodigal Son. She knew the play so well that she not only remembered all of her lines after only four days of practice (everyone else got five) but during a lag in someone else's part, she piped right up with the line. She knew all the songs (there were some quiet spots when I could hear her and like two other kids singing) and she was just so vibrant and cute and adorable and loud and perky...I has a bias.