Stand Up and Declare
I wish all of you could know my Shelby. She is a five-year-old, going on twenty. She is a diva blended with a tomboy topped with an artist who is also a practical joker, public speaker, and fashionista. Who is clumsy and bossy like her mother. And yesterday was one of her greatest moments. We were at a playground and Shelby was one of about a dozen kids playing together. Some of the boys decided to play "humans and monsters," which of course is a game only a boy would create. These three boys, including my son, were the "monsters," made up of a skeleton, a vampire, and a zombie. They ran around yelling and howling like monsters, pretending to eat any of the "humans," mostly girls, who touched the ground. It was hilarious. Most all of the kids were having a blast. Except for Shelby. (Did I mention that she also marches to the beat of her own drummer?) I could tell by the look on her face that she was not amused or interested. She yelled to me, &q