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Boooo! She's Gone.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008


My son and I will greatly miss Holly. What a nice breath of fresh air she was at our house. As it turns out, she is Indy's first love. I couldn't have arranged it better myself. My kid loves my best friend. Genius!

What does 3-yr-old love look like, you wonder? Just as you might expect. Lots of snuggling with stuffed animals, lots of following her around everywhere, lots of inquiry about what she's doing and if she'd like to play, and plenty of ordering his mother out of the scene.

Most notably, Holly dances to a song and I get up to dance too. Indy is on the couch watching the ladies dance. Indy tells his mother to go into the kitchen and out of sight. It's better to just watch Holly dance without the mother -- who (for some reason he probably couldn't quite figure) was ruining the moment.

:)

posted by Rocky
7:45 AM

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