So my little hopscotch court on the driveway was perfect for me. Too bad Mom couldn't get it right. I felt like I had to keep showing her how to do it right and correcting her.
I wonder if any of her tennis instructors ever felt like that.
"No Mom! Like this! Hop, hop, hop."
This had gone on for quite some time. So before Dad even bothered to record this he had already jumped with me. He hopped on one foot, he jumped over the whole entire thing too. He did a really good job.
And, for those of you wondering, yes, Mom most definitely jumped when she spotted the frog in the garage.
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