This may explain her sudden interest in pickup basketball

As we made the turn to the block near daycare yesterday, Rachel said, "Daddy's a boy."
"Yes, Rachel, Daddy's a boy," I said.
"I'm a boy!" she said.
I laughed. "No, Rachel, you're a GIRL."
"No, I a boy!"
"Rachel, Mommy is a girl. You're a girl, too, like Mommy."
"I a boy," she insisted.

I guess it jibes with her sudden interest in pickup basketball games, two of which we've watched at Calvary Baptist Church where her daycare is located. After daycare one day, we relaced on the benches on the second floor, one of which overlooks a basketball court. "Wanna watch basketball?" I asked her, and she was fascinated.

Last night she asked one of her teachers for Cheerios and they gave her some in a little paper tray. So, holding the tray very carefully so as not to spill, Rachel went upstairs and we watched basketball! I taught her to say, "Score!" every time someone made a basket -- the guys, and they were all guys, weren't wearing team colors so I couldn't distinguish one side from the other. So, we ended up rooting for both teams.

If you want to hear the essence of cute, listen to Rachel's little voice yell, "Score!" and you'll see what I mean. She was very upset tonight to see the darkened gym and realize that no game was on. Guess that means we'll be watching the NCAA finals this year?