Ham on Stage

Today was Clara's first public performance. She was great.
She was the child in tune, in time and on track during a concert at the girls' school. Margaret shook her egg and streamer to beat the band, but sang nary a word. She knows the words to the songs because she sings them at home. But not at school, and certainly not on the school stage, in front of a large audience of parents and friends. Clara, however, was right at home. I'm telling you, the child is a ham. Can't imagine where she gets it. I'm thinking back to dance recitals, when I was nine and dancing with teenagers because I was so tall. I took a movie with my phone and will download it when I have a second.
The rest of the day was also great. We spent some time on one of the school playgrounds. Margaret is obsessed with a toy shopping cart, pushing it around and putting things in it. If she continues to be successful in her plumbing system, I will buy her a shopping cart she can use at home. This smaller playground is shaded, which is good, because we have two of the whitest white girls I've ever seen. Margaret has slightly red hair and the white white skin redheads have. Bring me sunscreen!
Afterward, we ate lunch at the tofu place, and they even ate tofu. At home, we played outside in the sprinkler, or they did, in the afternoon. The firemen from a nearby station walk around our block. Every time they passed us, Margaret would say, "Hello, firemen!" and then give them rose leaves. They were gracious enough to take the leaves and to thank Margaret, who would then run to me and say, "They took my leaves, Mama!"
We are enjoying beaucoups of strawberries. Margaret could easily eat two or three pounds all by herself, and so could Clara.
Clara has taken to wearing ear bobs, my mother's clip-on ear rings. I have a few pair of them. The jewelry adds about ten years to Clara. Nope, it's going to be a few years before she's sporting that, believe me. But I detect the jewelry gene already. I think it's attached to the ham gene.