Squeaker and the Daddy person have been enjoying a quiet week back at home. We went out on a date Friday night to a local restaurant. I had a crab cake sandwich and she had shrimp and fries. She didn't like the fries (although she did kind of like using them to eat tartar sauce). I told her that of she at her shrimp she could have the ice cream that was part of her meal.
Yes, Virginia, she loves her ice cream.
Saturday we took a road trip with Baby Linda's grandfather to watch the Keydets play basketball (speaking which, I hope our readers in Kentucky know which Lexington is home to the powerhouse this season). Squeaker and I have both been looking forward to this game.
This time last year we received a lot of reader comments that suggested that Squeaker didn't really like basketball. I objected at the time and produced a video that I believe showed her to be a big fan. If any of you have lingering doubts I offer the following story. I put her to bed after dinner Friday night, and between dancing with Daddy and the good night kisses, we were working on proper cheering technique. She knows when to say "Go Keydets", when to say "Go Wahoos", and when to say "Go Tribe".
Once again, I am not making this stuff up.
Having reviewed our roles for the next day ("Daddy will not yell"), she asked, unprompted, when we could go see another game at Virginia. I rest my case for the nay sayers. Speaking of nay sayers, if you live within driving distance of the Keydets you should go see a game. Squeaker has already picked out a pink dress from Disney that's she's going to wear when they go to the Show.
Ok, back to Squeaker. We had a great time at the game, since the Corps was gone we had the best seats in the house. Squeaker enjoyed the game and didn't even mind when the Daddy person yelled. In fact she even asked him to "stand and yell go Keydets" a couple of times when it got quiet (free throws, so "Daddy will not yell"). She also thought is was really funny when the Daddy person sang the Spirt ("Daddy silly").
The only downside of the trip was that she didn't sleep a wink on the ride home and spent the rest of the night alternating between sweet, cute, crazy, and demonic. At a lucid point Squeaker asked if she could have cookies if she finished her dinner. Brite told her that we didn't have any cookies. With out missing a beat Squeaker wanted to know "what I get out of this?"
Brite and the Daddy person tried really hard to laugh, but didn't succeed. Have a good week.
