Patis (or as my Millie Cakes seems to prefer, Nana) took her
grandkids shoe shopping yesterday, giving me some time to work on real estate
stuff and Dexter some peace and quiet to get some rest. Really, he always gets
rest but when Mills is here the house is anything but peaceful.
It’s funny to see your kids take on their own personalities
and develop their own tastes in things. My mom let them pick their own shoes
and Darc came back with some stylish blue Nikes, while Millie picked some neon
tangerine ones. Though Millie can be rough and tomboyish, she does a good
amount of acting like a dainty little girl.
Once Cristina got home from work, Darc made sure to put on a
display of how fast his shoes made him run. And of course, like the awesome
young mom my wife is, she suited up and joined him at the starting line. I
swear if Darc bears an uncanny resemblance to Cristina, in any respect, it’s in
his long lean legs. Why Cristina didn’t end up a cross country Olympian, I
don’t know.
I can just imagine her now, racing to finish line, winning
gold and doing a touchdown dance of unholstering her guns and blasting them
high in the air – Speedy Gonzalez, the pride of the Aranda family.
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