Joanna almost ran out into the road yesterday. It was terrifying. I caught her by the hood of her gray hooded jacket about 4 or 5 feet from the road. A car was coming and Joanna was toddling at high speed straight to Nanna's house saying, "Nana, bop bop, slide" and seeming to completley block out my ever escalating screams of "Joanna stop!" As I jerked her up, I popped her on the bottom several times and hugged her tight. I don't ever want her to do that again.
I feel 10 years older now. No wonder my mom said I gave her gray hair.
