Way too special for Kindergarten.

This girl. This little one. She's got mystery for brains. Jake and I are constantly shocked and surprised at the way she lives her life. Including the moment when she prayed to God for a new mattress. If that doesn't make us want to get one for her, I don't know what would.

The other night she told me that Moms are boring and Dads are fun. I know this is a fairly common sentiment among young children, so I didn't take it too personally. But I wanted to get to the bottom of what made her feel that way. So I asked her. She said I am mostly boring because I don't bend over and get things for her and I don't dance like a rock girl.

When my siblings come over to visit us, we turn on Youtube and go to town. We take turns dj-ing: Beyonce, Cyndi Lauper, Black-eyed Peas, Jay-Z, Regina Spektor. The kids dance, my family dances, we all throw out a couple of moves and do a little shouting. It's the way to get your weekend energy out on a Sunday evening. Apparently she's noticed that I don't dance exactly like Michael Jackson like my energetic, super-in-shape, non-pregnant brothers do. In her mind, it's a fair comparison.

She also mentioned to me that she likes my brother Gideon the best because he dances like a "rock guy" and Jared doesn't. Jared was very hurt. But I don't feel that bad. Jared, just be grateful that you worked your way into her subconscious somehow, that your name was even brought up. Because it takes effort with Ruby.