Thank God for Mascots

Tonight was one of Elisabeth's worst nightmares. She went to see a friend in a dance-a-thon in the middle school she would have gone to if we didn't switch her over to her own home school. In simple terms: she saw all her 5th grade friends. THE HORROR!!! And what really made her night-Bella was the life of the party. She had her face painted, danced with all the kids, ate popcorn and spaghetti, and basically did not want to leave. She didn't want to leave, that is, until the Spike's (our local baseball team) mascot came running out the the restroom. I knew once she caught site of Ike, she would be a goner. Elisabeth was praying the guy would get ready fast and even contemplated putting the damn suite on herself. When we got home, Bella was so tired that she actually laid down on the driveway and fell asleep. She is still out there. Just kidding.