Sunday, January 3, 2010

Leave It To Alli

Our five-year-old daughter Alli, the one with angelic face and big, pouty, Botox lips, has been known to engage in shoving matches and verbal altercations with kids twice her size and age and come out on the other end victorious. She even somehow manages to transform the "enemy" into a friend within a matter of minutes. In Alli's mind, the world is hers for the taking and she's conquering it one little bit at a time.

On Saturday, Grandma Ru and Grandpa Terry invited her for a special Alli-only date. The plan was to share an early meal and then head to Albany to watch Terry's 15-year-old granddaughter, also named Alyssa, play a high school basketball game. Alli was excited to spend the dollar I gave her at the snack bar, hang out with her Hadlock cousins and get some one-on-one time with Grandma Ru and Grandpa Terry.

When they arrived at the gym, they chose seats on the top bleacher. Alli spent her dollar on Reese's peanut butter cups ("TWO big ones all to myself, Mom!") and jostled and joked with her cousins. Apparently the game didn't interest her that much so she kept coming up with reasons to walk up and down the bleacher aisles. She asked Grandma and Grandpa if she could get a drink. Since they could see the drinking fountains from their seat, they said, "Yes" and down she went. To the bottom of the bleachers. Onto the gym floor. Past the drinking fountains and around the corner. To the visiting team's bench. Where she grabbed a paper cup and helped herself to a full cup of water from the team's Gatorade water cooler before she turned around and waltzed back to her seat to gulp down her drink. Leave it to Alli...

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