May 15, 2010 09:02 by Lieba
Here come the Senior's walking through the lobby in a wobbly line, headed for the gym room.
At the end of the line are two girls, hands on their hips, waddling back and forth.
I get their attention while the others keep walking, quietly chattering.
Girls, what are you?
Eyes twinkling, they look over their shoulders and whisper to me,
"We're invisible gingerbread men!"