Are you kidding me right now?

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

I'm seriously wondering if everyone's playing an elaborate joke on me.

 

It's "James" and "Whitney." I'm almost certain. WHERE are the Dames and Neenee of yesteryear?!

 

Also, did you know and, if so, how long have you known and not told me??

 

[Sigh!] Ya think ya know someone.

 

For the record, my face looked like that until Whitney figured out I was hiding poop in my stylish skinny jeans. I recovered with a new diaper.

 

But still. Pissed about this name thing!

 

Then I got distracted. James found Annie. Let's make it a game! I wanted to see the movie case; he wanted the movie case to himself--sounds like a game you want to play already, doesn't it?! James kept turning quarter turns, while I'd shimmy on my knees to get next to him and spy the case.

 

Got him!

 

But dang. He was good.

 

Wanna play later at home, Mom???

 

I'll tell ya, it zaps your energy! We took a snack grape, and James smiled pretty for the camera. If by "smile" I mean he made his you're-not-getting-any face at the lady who served us...

 

We played in the basement for a bit, and I definitely got in on that game I thought was superdumb the other day. It's called, "Throw Balls As Hard As You Can at the Lights." Whitney loves it, I think. But since her phone was charging, the world may never really know for sure.

 

Back upstairs, I found this little racecar driver in a full suit and helmet. When Whitney asked me what color he was wearing, I proudly declared the answer: "Go Buckeyes!"

 

As a reward for being smart, we watched the musical numbers from Annie. Who can eat at a time like this?? (Oh yeah. James. Duh.)

 

So! Until tooooooo-MOR-row, to-MOR-row! I LOVE ya, to-morrow!

 

P.S. If you're wondering about the rice and beans, here's my report. I put exactly ONE black bean in my mouth before I removed it and handed it back. :P