In preparation for their big recital, Maya and her dance friends got all dolled up and spent more than an hour posing for professional pictures.
During that hour, I listened to mother after mother assure each other that she had always been a tomboy and this production of dressing up little girls, particularly the part about affixing the bows in their tightly pulled pony tails, was baffling. Covered in garden soil, I was among those declaring my tomboy past... and present.
Don't we all harbor contradictions like these? And aren't they delightful to indulge? Maya sure thought so!
Maya wrote the plant tags for the carrots, lettuce, and potatoes we planted. Five minutes after this picture was taken, Maya was covered in dirt. Meanwhile, Elliot baked birthday cake in the sandbox.