After an AWE-wait for it-SOME evening of fun, food and a globe-trotting friends reunion, Brian and I called it an early evening and set off to relieve my exhausted mother from Gillian duty. He and I arrived at my mother's house only to find that Gillian had meandered over to the neighbor's to play. There, Brian and I discovered a battle comparable to The End of Days.
Thirteen year old Lauren was getting her butt handed to her by my five year old video game prodigy. The two were playing Wii Bowling. They had been playing all of ten minutes and Gillian, clad in a turquoise-and-white polka dot sundress w/ rainbow spaghetti straps and a half pony-tail, had already made two strikes and a few spares. Gillian is what I call a sore winner. If she loses she usually just smiles shyly and shruggs it off. But if she is winning? Oh man, Pro Wrestlers have nothin on this girl's smack-talk. She jumps up, does a wiggly dance of victory, then gets all up in yo' face and sings "I beeeeaaat you!! I beeeeaaat you!" Then she will give you a play-by-play of exACTly how she "beeeeaaat you!"
After the bowling victory, Gillian proceeded to beat the Wii out of Lauren's Mii during a boxing match. Lauren was trying to get in jabs and dance some fancy foot work. Gillian was just pummeling and kicking the air with all of her preschooler might. If Lauren paused to take a breath, Gillian would SCREAM at her "FIGHT! FIGHT ME LAUREN! FIIIIIGGGHHHTTT!!" It was very "BRING IT, BITCH!!" sounding.
After Gillian had won both bowling and boxing matches, it was time to go home. We promised she could come back the next day and kick Lauren's Wii little butt again. As we left the house, Gilly and Brian held hands and skipped down the brick sidewalk together. It was very dark outside because of the storms of the day and the fact that it was close to 930pm. The sight of them holding hands and skipping and laughing, well made my heart skip and laugh, too.
We went home, got comfy and we all crashed early. Gillian dreamed last night about defending her Wii title. My lil girl talks in her sleep, and while I couldn't exactly make out the words, I am sure she was taunting Lauren.
I hope our neighbor is preparing for a re-match! Because it is ONNN!!!
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