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westrider and I were walking through red square at WWU. I went in to my French class, he stayed to chat with some friends. For some reason I think he might have been trying to set me up with one.

The French class was entirely on soccer. Specifically, on being a soccer spectator. There was a whole quarter of this.

In the French class I picked up a little girl - about three years old, blond hair. Someone's daughter. Well,obviously someone's daughter. Two someones', normally.

So, the munchkin and I left class and headed back towards the group of friends. I was carrying her, of course. When we were within a few feet of westrider and crowd, the adorable little girl yelled "MY PEETA!" and launched herself at westrider.

He's a big guy, and she just clung to his chest/shoulder for a moment, spread-eagled, like a velcro toy. Unfortunatley, he'd been reaching around to his backpack for something when she jumped, and both shoulders were kind of pinioned by backpack/widget, so he couldn't reach around and grab her. She slid, still spread-eagle, straight down and went splat with her face on the gravel.

Of course, I said something sympathetic, brushed her off, picked her up, waited for Peter to free his arms, and then threw her at him. She was very happy.

Some dreams must be written down before they vanish into the morning mist.