Indignance

This post is long overdue, or at least I've been mentally writing it for some time.

Our younger daughter has had many nicknames over the last year and half, including the names of clumsy presidents (due to her propensity for falling down and getting goose eggs) and various fascist dictators (for her demanding nature around the dinner table, which she's demonstrated since about six months of age when she apparently first started realizing her sister was getting food items she wasn't; just ask Grandpa George about this injustice.) She has continued on this trend of demanding equality with her sister to the point where she's potty-training herself to be just like "She She".

It's these traits along with her generally headstrong nature that have given us cause to joke that "Indignance" rather than "Grace" might have been a better choice for her middle name. It may sound unfair of me, but I've learned from reliable sources that I was something like her at that age.