They got off the bus before we got there, but they were still oblivious to the fact we were coming, thanks to Aunt Lia. We quietly parked the car in front of their nice uphill house, with a white wooden upper half. We silently shut the doors to the car, and then moved up the path, presents in hand. Rebecca had some kind of braid thing for May and Libby and I had a ball that switched colors as you threw it for Will. Rebecca rang the doorbell and we both waited as Will, a small 7 year old with brown hair and pale skin, funny and fun and nice, passed by in the hallway, looked at us, moved on, and then went back and looked again. His eyes lit up. "ANDREW!!" He said. He opened the door and hugs were exchanged. Aunt Lia, long brown hair, thin and nice, hugged us too. Then we saw their little wenor dog, and we saw May, 9, with red hair and freckles. The kids all went upstairs, and I saw that May and Will had redone and switched their rooms. Will used to have a large room with bareness and a cowboy bed, and now May had a colorful girlish room there. In May's old room was a theme of design and color of red and black, with football helmets, jerseys, and all other propaganda for the Bulldogs Team in there. It was nice. Will and I looked at a football book, and then we later went in the garage, as Will showed me his football and other sports gear. We then went outside and played around as knights and heroes; it was very fun. Then we did some other things, and looked around for May and Rebecca. They were in the basement, both playing with barbies. Will and I played WII, doing some things on that level. He's an awesome little kid, Will is. He's cool.
By the time Libby got home after school (my age kind of, in middle school), we were about to leave, so we didn't talk to Libby and got about stuff as much as I would've liked. We played with plastic swords, and I wrestled with Will, and then we all threw stuffed animals at each other. I used a large pink fat hot dog looking thing, I guess it was a long vertical pillow or something. I used that to bring down on people, deflect propelled animals, and knock people down. I must admit it was a lot of fun. I felt like I was at the Battle of Hastings in 1066. It was epic.
They were going to chorus practice for May and we said goodbye, even though we had spent only an hour or two. We'll see them again in the month of December. I guarantee it. I'm gonna like the way I look then.
We went home and Mom left and went out to dinner with her friend, Brenda. Julie came later and we talked in the basement of different things. Mom came back and we talked some more, before I was kicked in the neck by Rebecca and hurt like I was shot, and I later went upstairs. It was very dramatic. I then went to bed. A pretty good day.
Men's Warehouse is awesome,
Andrew.
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