It seems my wife was quite the cheerleader back in her high school days, and we're learning that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Our little girl has joined a youth cheerleading squad and is really immersing herself in the role. Just today she and her peppy pals cheered at a kids basketball game, and afterwards our sweetheart was honored with the gold star for "most spirit."
"I love the jumping and the singing," she tells me.
Not long ago, my wife and I thought our little Lucy, who's just 4, might not have the physical coordination yet to execute moves, positions, routines, whatever they're called in cheer vernacular. But she's performing surprisingly well. And she loves it.
I ask her if she would prefer to cheer or eat cookies. "Cheerleading and cookies!" Good answer, baby doll.