Out of the Mouth of My Baby

My daughter, Rebekah,

wanted to be a guest blogger for a day.

As we talked about her closing and the need for something positive,

she agreed and said,

"You write from your heart,

not from your brain."

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I am the baby of the family.

 I hate being called that.

I am 8 years old.

Which I think is very old to me.

I don't mean very, very old,

just in-between.

But my brothers and sisters think 

I am still very young to them.

Like I said, I think I am very old to me.

Sometimes my dad will tell a friend

 my age and say that I am six or three,

if he's joking.

But in a way, I like being the baby of the family,

because  I get to be with my mom each day.

 I also get to dress-up for school if I want to.

As you see my nice family is smiling.
My   brothers and sisters are happy to be together.

But sometimes my family goofs off and messes up the picture.  

I like being the baby of the family. Because I get to see my mom everyday.

And I get to play at home. And I get to see my three siblings that live at home.

 My two other ones are  moved away.

My sibling are Beth, Grace, Jon, Jana, Dan.

And there's me,

Rebekah.