Ukraine Adoption

Bones in my head

Apparently they are teaching anatomy in Tara's pre-school for three- to five-year-olds. "I have bones in my arms, and I have bones in my legs," Tara declared today. "They help me grow."

Really? I said. "Yeah. And I have muscles cuz I'm strong."

I pressed on. What else did you learn?

"I have bones in my head, too. Right there," she said, pointing to her forehead with a very serious expression on her face.

This is good news. She has an interest in boo-boos and bandaids, she loves to see cuts and bruises up close. She constantly monitors our scrapes or burns. Maybe she will be a doctor and take care of John and me in our old age! Oh, come on, I AM being realistic. We DO have bones in our heads!