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“I don’t drive,” hernervously at Daddy

“That’s weird,” Grace said “All mommies kno to drive ”

“I’ll get rade, I’ll be ready No about breakfast? I’ ”

Grace launched herself onto Daddy’s back, and Daddy carried her into the kitchen, plopping her down in her seat at the table

All the ti at her mommy She could tell that Daddy couldn’t help hi a family

And Grace could think of a lot h breakfast and out to the car, Grace talked She told Mommy about how bendable Barbie was and how cool Hannah Montana and Cinderella were and how long she could hold her breath, and before she knew it, she said, “An I c’n waterski like Ashley Hamerow ”

They were in the car now, driving to school

Mom turned in her seat and looked at Grace “Is that true?”

“It could be ”

“But is it?”

Grace slumped in her car seat “No ” It was hard to only tell the truth Hoould anyone like her for who she really was?

At school, Dad pulled out of the carpool lane and parked under the big trees off to the side of the school

“Can I walk you into class?” Mommy asked

Grace got that fluttery feeling again She smiled “You could be my show and tell ”

Mommy smiled “I’d like that ”