Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Johnston Stomp

Here's Elizabeth, doing what Curtis affectionately calls, "The Johnston Stomp." When Elizabeth gets mad, or frustrated, she stomps her foot. Curtis noticed fairly quickly that I too stomp my foot when I become mad or frustrated. When Curtis and my Dad were playing racquet ball once, and my Dad made a play he wasn't pleased with, he stomped his foot. So apparently, it's not just the brown eyes and good looks that Elizabeth and I inherited.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Out of the will!

Kierstyn said...

Hey, I did say that we're good looking. That should count for something!

Shannie said...

And I thought that getting the "Maye Door Slamming" gene was bad...