This afternoon I heard an unusual amount of chatter in the back bedrooms, and upon closer investigation I realized that the noise was coming from at least 4 children congregated in my bathroom. I poked my head into my bedroom and asked them what was going on. My 10 year old daughter, home from Ethiopia since last August, was the first to peek out of my bathroom.
“We’re just pounding ourselves, Mom,” she reassured me.
Which, after a moment of confusion during which I imagined blood and pain, I realized actually it meant they were weighing themselves.