I’m not sure how many people remember Mel’s Diner, but it was a fine piece of television programming from my youth.
If you can imagine, I was that 4 year old saying “kiss my grits” when asked to perform anything close to waitress-type duties. I’m sure my mother was beaming with pride.
If cerebral palsy is that surly cook manning the grill, then Zoe is Alice.
Yesterday at VBS, Zoe was playing on the slide in the nursery. For the first time she climbed up to the platform all by herself. She even started with her left foot, which started the whole concern about cerebral palsy.
Then she sat and went down the slide. The room erupted in applause.
Zoe looked cerebral palsy in the face and said, “kiss my grits.”
This time, both my mother and I are beaming. Genuinely beaming.
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