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My new friend

This is my new friend. Her names Viviann but she goes by Brooke. She's almost three and is pretty awesome!

When I went over to Sammy's yesterday she said my name as soon as I came in. Apparently everyone had been teaching her my name before I came over. She was shy for about three minutes and then gave me a high five. She showed me her toes and how she can count to ten in Spanish. And then she gave me a big hug.

I'd brought a movie over so Sammy and I headed down to go watch it, but she said she wanted to come with. SAmmy's dad kept asking her to sit with him, but she wanted to hang out with me and Sammy. Is it bad this made me secretly happy? Haha! So we played with Brooke for awhile. I taught her about Yoda, played a roller coaster game with her, and then we were just throwing Yoda at the wall. We went and showed Brooke's parents her new knowledge, then said we were going to watch the movie. Brooke still wanted to hang out with us, and her parents said it was ok if she came and watched the beginning, she wouldn't watch it anyway.

So, we headed back down to the basement to watch the movie. Sammy handed her an xbox controller to hold while he set it up. The sound wasn't working, so Brooke and I told Sammy to fix it! She kept saying that over and over, it was so stinking cute! Finally Sammy got the movie working and we started it. Brooke sat down a little bit and her eyes got all big. We'd ask her questions and she wouldn't answer. She likes her some Star Trek.

Her parents came to get her a few minutes later and were impressed that she was actually watching the movie, apparently that never happens. Then she told me about all her favorite  vegetables and headed up to bed, giving me a hug and a kiss.

Oh my goodness that sweet girl melted my heart! Her mom looks like Sammy, but her dad is a whitey like me, so Brooke is a mixed baby. So, that's what I can sort of expect my kids to look like, and oh my she was adorable. She was so sweet and loved me instantly. She didn't whine or complain or cry, when it was time for bed she was just like ok! I might just have to steal her... Just kidding. But it was especially awesome because I'm not that great with little kids, but she just loved me! And made me feel awesome because she wanted to hang out with me and not Sammy's dad hahaha ;) I really hope they move to Colorado, because if they do, that little girl is going to be my flower girl.

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