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Penelope

Penny started Primary last Sunday at church. She's finally not in nursery any  more! It's weird for us to not have a kid in nursery. She loves Primary. She adores her teacher. She likes singing time. This is a random picture I took of her this week during homeschool, working on her address. She's a pro at writing her name, which is amazing because I have never taken time to teach her to write her name. She just does it. She decided one day, about eight or nine months ago, she would write her name. It used to be something like 9o7i, but now it's definitely Penny. She gets a little creative with the stems on the n's and they kind of look like hyperactive h's but it's definitely her style. 

Penny says a lot of cute things. One of my favorites is that she calls a merry-go-round an "American-go-round." She also has made up a song called "We're All Happy On The Road," which she sings over and over (surprisingly always to the same tune). It goes

We're all happy on the road
We're all happy on the road
We're all happy on the road
And we don't ever stop

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