For some reason, as much as she loves the guy, Sophie pretty much refuses to say Justin's name. She mostly calls him Erin. Yes, they're engaged, and yes, she sees them together quite a bit, but they are actually separate people and it's not clear that Sophie realizes that. Poor Justin, he's constantly shaking his head at her and saying, "It's JUSTIN! I'm NOT Erin!!" Her response is to kind of look at him with a quizzical expression on her face. You can almost hear her saying, "Okay. Whatever you say, Erin."
Tonight at the Boys and Girls Club, the kids played dodgeball. My job was to police the kids to make sure they actually left the field of play after being tagged 'out'. Tough job. Brought back many fond, and not-so-fond memories of my own childhood dodgeball experiences. What would childhood be without dodgeball? I shudder to think.
And my final piece of useless, random news, tonight I dropped Noah and Sophie off at Erin's house for a bit while we went to Travis's parent/teacher conference. As we were getting ready to head out to the car, Noah asked if he could bring a box of cake mix that Ben had picked up at Aldi's this week. It's a Christmas confetti cake mix. Anyway, he wanted to take it with him to show Erin. I reminded him that, last night, Erin had stopped by to drop off some winter clothes for Justin, and he had taken that opportunity to show her the cake mix. But, he insisted that he wanted to show it to her again. I complied. Yes, it's a little weird that we're toting a box of cake mix around, and that Noah thinks its important enough to show off to other people, but, whatever. Not too much of a hardship and it kept the little guy happy, so we'll go with it.
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