For Christmas, we bought them each a pair of used figure skates and signed them up for a beginner's lesson.
Woops. Maybe only one of them is superior.
Oh, dear. There goes the other one.
Well, even coordinated superstars like my daughters make a mistake every now and then.
This is embarrassing. Now they're both on their bums.
Let's just skip over the next 4 or fifty falls, and . . .
TA DA! Both up at the SAME time!
I don't mean to brag but I'm pretty sure my girls are future Olympic medalists.
Dinner last night: brown rice and sweet potatoes