To say we're "in to" Pokemon around here would be the understatement of the year. Single-mindedly obsessed would be a more apt description. That being said, imagine the PCP's utter delight when he trotted to the box to find a package addressed to him.
Since then, the PCP has spent hours on end pouring through the cards, rearranging his decks, shuffling his collector albums and referencing them against the guide he purchased with two weeks worth of allowance at the book fair.
While this gift of quiet has been much appreciated by yours truly, I suspect Mimi is shuttering at the thought of all the new Pokemon she'll have to read to the PCP on her next visit. You see, she made the horrific mistake of pretending to not only like Pokemon but to also purport to be well versed on the darned things.
And on losing his third tooth at bedtime, the boy proclaimed this his "new best day ever." To which I repeated, "hold on to six as long as you can."
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