Greta had a surprise in her backpack last Wednesday, a blow-up rubber fish she told us was named Taz. We'd heard rumors of such a fish in the waters of South Mountain Annex, but never thought our lanky, largely uncoordinated 6-year-old would bring him home so early in the school year.
Taz is bestowed on the gym student who best embodies the seven principles posted on the gymnasium wall. Neither Carey nor I can remember all seven, but we're awfully proud of our daughter. And she's awfully fond of that fish.
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