Shhhhhh!

It's funny the freedom that being really young (and really old for that matter) gives you. Last night Mom, Tom, and I took the girls to the baseball game (Andre had to work). We had a good time -- the weather was perfect, the game was pretty good (it was loooooooong), and it was $1 food night, which was a little added bonus. The girls had their fill of hot dogs, licorice, 7-Up, peanuts, ice cream, and popcorn. No kidding. They ate like they had never been fed before and didn't expect food again in the near future. This food, not really the game, kept the girls very happy until the 7th inning stretch, at which point we stretched, sang, and left. Not because they were unhappy or had run out of food, but because my butt was numb.

We sat the in bleachers and, aside from the woman who sat behind us and kept sticking her flipflop in Olivia's back, all was good. There was this nice couple in front of us and we kept them entertained. The best part of the whole night was when Victoria remembered to tell Papi that she, "Had DIARRHEA today" and so she needs some medicine. Yes, Papi, it was very bad. hahahaha Te woman in front of us cringed. That made it funnier. Seriously, I am laughing as I relive the moment right now. Totally priceless. Papi suggested to Victoria that she tell him about it another time, though, so that ended the discussion. Darn.