HELLO, my name's not Grace

Poor Nathan. You take after me buddy. And not in a good way. I'm sorry. Despite the years of ballet lessons, I have NO grace. Zip. Nada. Zilch. None. I am clumsy. And despite being fully grown (and then some) my body is often still ackward to me. I bruise OFTEN and easily. I fall at the most inconvenient times (like Grandma's funeral service at church). I hoped that I could keep this defect to myself. But sadly, I passed it on to you. Sorry baby.

You trip over anything. Everything. Even nothing at all. This summer you are bearing the marks to prove it. When you fall, we look at each other, brush it off, smile and say "Hello - My name's not Grace".