You really wanted to go to the game and you promised that I could blow on your stomach as much as I wanted to in exchange. You went with me and mommy and Uncle Ron. The Gozzips were a few rows behind us. USC lost but you were so cute in your USC cheerleader outfit and I put my hate on you since it was so hot. You ate so much junk there: cotton candy, frozen lemonade, arare, etc. I couldn't even keep track of the stuff you ate. Mom took you down to the shade for most of the second quarter. At the end of the game we were waiting outside the tunnels for the Gozzips and you sang, "U-C-L-A Sucks!" I asked you who taught you that and you said the man inside was saying it. I didn't bother scolding you about your language because I was laughing!!!