Shae is not known for her graceful, athletic style. She is more of a Jane Austen kind of gal. She loves to be pampered and looked after and simply adores fashion and all that entails. She is the girly girl.
When we lived in Medford, Oregon we had a counter that the girls would eat breakfast at every morning. They had wooden stools that they would climb up on and I had the high chair for Hope at the end of the counter. I could serve them right from the kitchen. It was the perfect set-up for our family.
The kids would wake up, come tumbling into the kitchen, climb up on their designated stool and start clamoring for their cereal. All except Shae. She would be so sleepy and drowsy that she would stumble in, climb up on her stool and promptly fall off of it onto the carpeted floor.
When this first started occuring, we would dash to her rescue, fearful of injury. After a great while, we became immune to Shae's quirky habit. She would fall off and simply jump up and say "I'm all right" and climb back up on her perch, ready for breakfast.
Of course, she's a Roderick.
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