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12.02.03, monday night
The moment Kasara saw Jimmy, she fell in love. Every time she caught his blue eyes, she threw back her honey-crowned head to hiccup hysterical laughter. Ha ha ha hup ha hup ha heeee ha! After Thanksgiving dinner, Kasara sidled up next to her crush on the carpet while we watched Monsters, Inc and wrapped her arms around Jimmy's leg. After the movie, she archly informed him, You know, I'm four and a half. Later she asked Jimmy's mother my age and suggested that "we" (that is Jimmy's mother) ask me how old I was. Margaret replied, Dear, you should never ask a woman her age.