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Moving Day

A little girl lives across the street from our house.  She's probably nine-years-old.  To our five-year-old, that makes her a big girl.  And he LOVES big girls.  He's fascinated and a little.....okay a lot....obsessed with them.  Case in point, he met his cousin's older cousin two and a half years ago, and he still talks about her, wants to call her, invite her to his birthday, and visit her all. the. time.  He has met her ONCE.  She was sweet, truly.  But he begged to name his sister's after her, obsessed. 
   
Anyway, this neighbor girl rode scooters with him the other afternoon.  That was her mistake.  I let it happen.  It was entertaining.  He shared all kinds of fun facts with her.  She now knows that he has a BB gun, rattle snakes can kill you, he can do wheelies, Black Betty is one of his favorite songs, sloppy joe's are really delicious, and whale sharks are the biggest fish in the sea.  And there may have been something about coconut crabs...  

It was all fun and games until that evening.  Sawyer sat on the couch reminiscing about the new best friend he had made.  They were BFFs, but somehow her name still eluded him.  Details.  
"Mom, what if she knocked on our door?" he asked me.  

"She won't." I'm always here for a good reality check.

He wasn't deterred.  
"And Mom...what if she was wearing a sheriff's costume?!"

Oh help.  

We moved yesterday.  

 

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