So me and my girl were leaving the grocery store, and she was yelling, dancing, and generally aging strange...business as usual, in other words. We got to our car, and we had to wait for the person in the next car to get out. The woman exiting the passenger side saw Sylvia and said, "it looks like someone is a singer."
"And a dancer," my daughter added.
I offered my take: "Or maybe you're just crazy."
"No. I am an artist," my daughter said as she climbed into her seat...and I had to remind myself she's only four and a half..
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