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October 14, 2007
After spending 24 hours with Janie...
...here are a few of the amusing snippets I'd like to share:
[at the football game that Mr. Pilot coaches]
First Quarter: "Aunt Jen, don't cheer because Mr. Pilot will recognize your voice and see us!! Oh my gosh Aunt Jen, that would be SO embarrassing. I might just have to die."
Second Quarter: "Aunt Jen, hide me! What if he sees us?!"
Third Quarter: "Who--hoo! Who--hoo! GO [MASCOT]!!!! Aunt Jen, can we go talk to Mr. Pilot now?"
Fourth Quarter: [in accelerating volume, after seeing Mr. Pilot do the same to his players] "Who wants to play some football? Who wants to play some FOOTBALL? Who wants to PLAY some FOOTBALL? WHO WANTS TO PLAY SOME FOOTBALL?!?" [Ensue crazy dancing] "Can we go talk to him NOW?"
She asked me later if he had a wife. I said no, but we should probably check with him again just to be sure.
[this morning as we sat at the Whole Foods eating breakfast]
"Aunt Jen, can you get me more eggs?"
Janie, you've already eaten an entire cinnamon bun, half of my scone, a plate of eggs, a side order of bacon, half of the sausage, a packet of Sweet Tarts, and had a whole glass of lemonade.
"Aunt Jen, look! There is still room in my stomach [pushing a finger disgustingly far into her abdomen] right HERE."
[note that she managed to consume an entire smoothie immediately after this discussion...who am I to argue with extra room in one's stomach?]
[later this morning as we got ready to go to a tea party]
"Aunt Jen, I wish you were my REAL mother."
Janie, don't even joke about that.
"No really. At least, maybe I could just stay with you for another 31 days. That's a good idea, don't you think?"
Let's go. Right now.
