tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644775678657081383.post2307438765022391136..comments2008-04-13T18:36:25.319-06:00Vanillanoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644775678657081383.post-28753200331371109072008-04-13T18:36:00.000-06:002008-04-13T18:36:00.000-06:00A whistle. I never thought of that. Might have to go in search of one of them.<BR/><BR/>My spawn partake in the "swing a heavy metal object at a small white ball balanced on a plastic T" sport. And...well....it's interesting if nothing else. Ok, and it's cute.<BR/><BR/>Now where can I get me a whistle?MadWoman Meghttp://moamw.psyc3d.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644775678657081383.post-36719424163161869012008-04-09T23:11:00.000-06:002008-04-09T23:11:00.000-06:00hey, let me know if that whistle works when used by one of "they who shall be ignored at all costs". Go David.bsouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296078267361100692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644775678657081383.post-63753761957352423852008-04-09T10:22:00.000-06:002008-04-09T10:22:00.000-06:00Everyone knows that everyone is keeping score in their heads. All the older siblings are keeping score and then the parents have to say, "we don't keep score, they are just having fun," but we all know the score in our heads. We are in such a similar place, 3 year old wears the dress, 5 year old scores the goals. We should meet in Lincoln for a play date. :D They serve beer in Lincoln, right?Non-Runner Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14684236668997938263noreply@blogger.com