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Second coming

Eisley does not like the seat belt. She often avoids putting it on. She gets easily frustrated if it's twisted at all.

We've discussed with her many times how important a seat belt is. It will save her life in a car accident. We want her to wear it because we want her to be safe.

A few days ago we got into the car and I reminded the girls to buckle up. Several miles down the road we looked back and realized Eisley had chosen to ignore me. Brendon was annoyed and started with "Are you kidding me Eisley?!" and then jumped into "If we get into an accident you are dead. There would be no more life. Do you understand that?"

And Eisley gave a pouty little face and said "There's a second coming."

And then we both died laughing and couldn't seriously scold her any more.

Eisley is so good at hearing something and remembering it and applying it. She's good at asking what certain words mean if she doesn't know them. She has always been that way. She picks up on things people say, common sayings and phrases and she'll reuse them correctly. Now she's picking up lessons from church and applying them to her every day life. It's an amazing skill that's going to serve her well. It makes her very intuitive.

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