As I sat on the sidelines of the volleyball court, I observed a good example of child training.
When we travel, teaching seminars, Deb and I enjoy observing the many different families, each with it’s own unique personality.
Twelve-month-old Roseanna has one adoring mama, one adoring daddy, one adoring five-year-old sister, one adoring seven-year-old brother, and dozens of adoring friends.
Last week when I was mildly suffering from loss of a wisdom tooth, I drifted down to where some of the saints were playing volley ball.
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