Mary Grace invests in her daughter and appreciates her boys...while still waiting for Seven. The DHM also had a post about "a boy, his catapult, and a drill bit." 'Nough said.
And in the next room, checking out a newly-repaired cassette deck with Mr. Fixit, I have an Apprentice the age of Juanita's son, who is (I'm happy to say) still going to be in the Treehouse for awhile yet, and who, although she can now sign her own absence notes, will still be darkening the halls of the public high school for one more semester. She is having trouble answering people's "what grade are you going into?" because she is now officially a high school graduate...but, like a lot of other students, she wants a few more credits before applying to university. And she's completing her apprenticeship at the same time. She's a "post grade 12."
She drives herself to see a friend in the next town, and still laughs over picture books with Crayons. She deals tactfully with senior customers at the salon, and still sometimes sticks her tongue out at her sisters. She is so grown up in a lot of ways, but she doesn't seem to mind hanging out with the rest of us Squirrels (never mind which of us claim to be grown up)...in fact, we miss her a lot on our Saturday morning trips when she's working.
I'm glad I'm not a real squirrel who has to push her babies out of the nest too soon.
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