June 16, 2010One minute you're Pearl's best friend and the next you're on her "you're not my friend list." Ever since Cole arrived, Jeff has been Pearl's best friend. She reminds me about 50 times a day that I'm not her best friend, Dad is. I'm Cole's best friend (but we're all "buddies" as she tells me). I guess it's only fair that I get to finally hear what Jeff has heard for the last three years. Trying to avoid being told another "movie secret" (Pearl tells you she has a secret then says whatever it is she wants when you ask what her secret is... really funny) and telling her we weren't watching one, we broke out the Memory game this afternoon. As soon as Jeff walked in the door, Pearl was begging her best friend to play with her. To make my life simple, we had modified the rules when Pearl and I played. Pretty much Pearl just played and kept all the cards turned over so she could see the pictures. Jeff however, actually got her to play by the rules, even though she was a "cheatin' buttinski" most of the time. Finding 36 matches makes for a very long game of seeing the same three cards over and over again and explaining you only get to turn over two cards when you're playing with a three-year-old but that's what best friends are for.
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