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.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.
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3 comments:
Out of the will!
Hey, I did say that we're good looking. That should count for something!
And I thought that getting the "Maye Door Slamming" gene was bad...
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