Differing Personalities

My kids are different. Really different.

Upon arriving at our hotel in Appleton last weekend, Hank and Elisabeth chucked their bags wherever they could find floor space and immediately began to pester Joe about going down to the pool.



Not Madeleine.

No, she methodically got the lay of the land, organized who was sleeping in which rooms and which beds and, once she had staked out her spot, carefully unpacked her things and arranged them on the ledge behind her bed. When she realized Elisabeth had no interest in doing the same, Madeleine, muttering under her breath all the while, carefully unpacked Elisabeth's doll and arranged her things on her half of the ledge behind their bed.



Madeleine also set out her diary and a pen on the desk in her room and then, when she realized Joe was still figuring out that evening's hockey schedule and Hank and Elisabeth were still whining about possibly not being able to swim until later in the evening, Madeleine promptly kicked back and relaxed in her newly organized room.



Madeleine is a girl after my own heart. That's all I'm sayin'.