Kate has found a weekly sports activity group called Playball, literally 300 yards up the road from Tony & Moira’s house. (And this program is incredible for kids).

All day yesterday morning all she could ask is:  “When are we going to Playball?” (not til 3).

She took a nap and we could barely wake her in time for the event, and she was wearing her Princess dress.  Between tears and partially carrying her up the road, we made it, though the rods were out of the core and we were nearing meltdown mode.

But Nick, the teacher got her out of her funk and in no time she was smiling and back on form.  I swear this kid is like Jekyl and Hyde at times, and it’s a source of frustration, but I suppose that is what happens at age four.