L.I.Z.A.

It was a beautiful day. Perfect fall. Clear, temperate and sparkly. I took my 4 year old, Liza, to Reynolda Gardens .

She ran all over the place. It's great; fountains, flowers, big fields, trees, a giant house.

We paled up with another family with a 4 and a 2 year old. They had some balls, so we threw balls around. Liza likes to throw the ball in the air as hard as she can and fall down pretending that her monstrous throw knocked her down. The mom asked "how old is she, Three? I said  no, four, she's small. The mom asks Liza  "What's your name?" No answer.

Liza is spouting off some stuff about Thomas The Train. The mom asks again. No answer.  I can see the wheels in the playground mom's brain: small, won't say her name.....

Then Liza turns around  spells her name to the mom: It's L.I Z.A.  I said, well she spelled it for you at least. She said spelling is good.  Kids.