This post is for Brooks and Dave; I hope you already have tickets, dudes:
http://www.phish.com/news/index.php?year=2008#story409
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- wife to Lawnboy, mom to two tiny giants, half-orphan, librarian-wannabe, hoarder of memorabilia, disorganized control-freak, amateur cellist, -knitter, -soapmaker, and belly dancer, ex-dog wrangler, gardener, squash lover, etc.
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- At 4 years, running outside to pee on the cat. Why? "Well, it's like this: I've always wanted to pee on a cat."
- At 3 years, telling me "I'm going to call the mayor and tell him you're a crazy driver. He's going to kick us out of town."
- At 2 years, calling down the hall "Daddy! I need help!" "What do you need, kiddo?" "I...NEED...HELP!"
- At 2 years, handing me my bra and saying "Hi Mommy. Here's your boobies!"
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