Okay, perhaps I misspoke. Apparently, my daughter is more like me than I imagined (or maybe care to admit.)
Having gotten off yet another 12 hour shift, I went to pick Frassy up from my parents' house. She was wilder than Cootie Brown. Aunt Ann and Uncle Ben pulled up as we were leaving, and my child proceeded to lead the group of us in calesthenics!
...Come on, Papi! Uncle Ben, YOU flap your arms! JJ (GJ's new name), MARCH!!....
Aunt Ann informed me via phone on our ride home that Ann might be like her in some ways, but that she was never that bossy. .....Hmmm....maybe she's more like her mother after all.
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