FREEDOM

Remember back when I wrote about there being a "hippie gene?" Well, I think I have proof. This child of mine loves hanging out in antique shops, as does her mother. When we go, she likes the music they play. Songs like "Freebird", "Magic Man", "Brown Eyed Girl" and most recently a little Pink Floyd and Clapton. She is a hip, man! We were walking along in the antique store and Olivia said, "uuh, mom, look at your youngest child." I looked over and saw her rockin out on the "croquet guitar" then I laughed and she dropped it looked up at me and did the "peace out" sign you see above. Later was the car ride home when she jammed out to Fleetwood Mac.... The craziest part is when we left the house, she had on a pink shirt. She changed in the car and pulled the headband out of her pocket! Then she chose the way it would be worn. I didn't even notice when we walked into the store that she looked like this! !!!

Now, more than ever, I am convinced, hippism is genetic! Love it! Freedom is the name she "prefers." I am hoping she doesn't make it legal someday!