Anyway, at halftime for the first game, the league invited kids out to the center of the rink and had a "dance off". Suzy and I were to judge. Of course neither of us knew about all this beforehand or else we would've been hiding in the bathroom or something while this was happening.
So I was standing like a redwood tree in a forest of writhing ground cover as the kids danced. One girl came up to me, holding her arms up. "You want me to pick you up?!" I ask incredulously. She nodded. I picked her up and told her that when she wanted to be let down to just let me know. Then I turned to the game photographers and yelled, YOU'D BETTER GET A PICTURE OF THIS COS IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN EVER AGAIN!!!!!
The result:
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Just in time for mutha's day.
It just bring back fond memories of you carrying Russell around the story room on "Antbully"
Lol, even the most savage of Russian ursas get all fuwwy around the cubs.
Awww... I can see that you want one of your own now!
The joy of this particular moment was the knowledge that I could throw her back to her parents at my whim.
the key word here is THROW!
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