

My little girl is nothing like me. Yesterday, we lost a snake in our house. Yes, we have snakes, five of them. They're quite small, they're called Ball Pythons, and Neal thinks they're very cool. The funny thing is, that Audrey thinks they're just as cool. Not only has she handled our other lovely pet, the tarantula, Charlotte, but yesterday, she rescued the lost snake.
I walked into my closet, where the snakes each live in their own spacious rubbermaid box, and Neal was in there tending to them. "Two of the snakes are out," he said cautiously. "Oh great," I said, looking immediately at the floor all around where I'm standing. "They're in here somewhere," Neal replied and started picking things up looking for the snakes. "Found one!" A small sigh of relief from me. "I'm going to get Audrey to help us," I said, "she would love this."
So in Audrey comes, and starts looking in the smaller places. Neal suddenly gets the idea that the snake is under our dresser, so he lifts up one end and Audrey and I peek underneath. "I see it!" said Audrey. So Audrey, being the little person she is, climbs behind the dresser, talking to the precious little snake, saying, "Awww, come on little snake, it's okay, I got you," in her sweetest little voice. She picked up the snake and gave it a little nuzzle and handed it to her daddy. How many little girls do you know that would do that? I know I would have been squealing and running away at that age like, well, a little girl!
So where did this girl come from? Neal and I have asked ourselves that since the day she was born. Her personality is far stronger than both of ours put together, and we like it like that. She's definitely her own person, not a follower and definitely not your typical almost-5-year-old girl. She's about to start soccer this week and she's the only girl on her team. Does she care? Not a bit. She can't wait to get out there and run through the mud with her new cleats. Plus, she got a dark pink soccer ball.

























