We were driving home from gymnastics this week and I asked Marissa if she had a good time. This was her answer, "Well, I was a 'fotty' girl (translation: farty girl). I was going fot, fot, fot, fot, fot. And then...I had the grand finale. Fot, fot, fot, fot, fot, fot."
The glory days of gymnastics may come to a halt if her teacher doesn't ask fotty girl to come back!
