Usually, it seems to bother my daughter that we look nothing alike. She gets tired of people asking if she’s adopted. But lately, she’s seeing the upside.
Silence: If you watch my tennis lesson, you have to stand by the door. You can’t sit on the bench by the court.
Me: You know what I thought would be nice? If I came to the sideline and absorbed the energy of the players and reflected that back to them in an interpretive dance. So they could really see the emotional aspects of their playing styles.
Silence: That’s fine. I’ll tell them you’re the blonde girl’s mom.