Oh, the middle child. Not the pioneering oldest; not the adorable baby. Forgotten in all the hubbub of the newborn...Not Robin. She won't let you overlook her.
Robin is her own beast. She wakes up with a mischievous sparkle in her eye, and she spends her day tearing around, laughing, dancing, singing. Her exuberance will crack you up and drive you crazy, but you will never be bored.
She talks nonstop, and there's no telling what she'll say next:
- We were ice skating and she came to stop, looked at the ice, then up at Daddy: "Daddy, why did the ice stop moving?"
- Playing on the mulch-covered playground at nearby Nolte Park, she whipped out her wit: "This isn't 'Nolte' Park, it's 'Mulchy Park'!"
- Mommy was trying to get Robin to finish her kugel, so she tried to use the Aaron trick: "Robin, Aaron wants to see you eat your kugel!" Robin didn't miss a beat. Taking a huge bite of her much-preferred sweet potatoes, she quipped: "No, Mommy, he wants to see me eat my sweet potatoes!"
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You've captured her so well. I just love the perspective of children.
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