Tennis Star!

Rachel has been going to tennis practice for a month and a half now and has been enjoying her lessons.  She's been able to show off her skills for visiting family members and has a good time running around on the courts every Saturday morning.  She earned Most Improved Player at last week's practice.  This set of lessons ends today, but she'll pick back up for another 6 weeks lesson set in a couple of weeks.  Rock on!

Princess Lea & The Letter 'M'

Jean bought Aaron a couple new Star Wars t-shirts a few weeks back.  He'll wear them for days straight.  Danny was very impressed with one of the new shirts (pictured below) - the conversation went something like this:

Danny:  Oooo, Aaron I like your new Star Wars t-shirt!

Aaron:  Yeah, I like it too.

Danny:  I like all of the pictures of Hans Solo, Darth Vader . . 

Aaron:  I like them, too.  I look at all of them - Hairy Chewbacca, Jabba the Hut, C3-P0.  I look at all of them except for Princess Lea.  I pretend like I can't see her, but I like to look at all of the other ones. 

We have our set places at the dinner table.  Every now and then we mix it up and sit in another family member's spot.  When we do this we play a role playing game (no, not with 12-sided dice) where we take on the persona of the person who's chair we are occupying at the time.  In the latest round of this game I was sitting in Aaron's spot.  I was talking up Star Wars and Legos and how I love to play with them.  Aaron rolled with the generalizations and statements until I started to talk about how much I loved girls.  He'd had enough.

He said:  You're Dad and not Aaron.  I know that's you, Dad!
Me: Ohhh, no.  I'm Aaron because I like Star Wars, Legos and girls . . 
Aaron:   Nuh-uh!
Me:  Yuh-huh!  How do you know I'm Dad?
Aaron:  Because you're bigger and you have an 'm' on your hair (referring to my male-pattern baldness)!

Guilty as charged, guilty as charged.  Point, Aaron.