Scary.

Today we went to Media for the Super Media Garage Sale Day. Everyone in Media has their garage sale on the same day. Awesome.

Mommy and I were walking around (literally, I was walking too) waiting on Daddy (who was getting his hair cut). There were some cheerleaders across the street giving away "free" Starbucks coffee (for a donation). They were cheering, and throwing each other up in the air, usual cheerleader stuff.

I loved it! I kept smiling and waving at them. One girl came over to give me some mardi gras type beads, but Mommy politely refused them as I am too young for them. That, and the last time I got my hands on some, it was not a pretty sight. There was a lot of throwing and slinging of beads.

Mommy's worried. As you know, Daddy was a respected cheerleader at his university. Mommy's worried because she thinks I've gotten Daddy's cheer leading gene. As you know, Mommy has no cheer leading genes. She can't even touch her toes. I can stand on one leg, with the other fully extended into the air (while holding on to something). I can do the french splits. I'm almost freakishly flexible. It doesn't come from Mommy.

Mommy told Daddy long ago if I got his cheer leading genes, then he'd have to be the one to take me to all that stuff.

Muahaha!