tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-4424940935913980912008-05-03T08:28:00.000-05:002008-05-03T08:28:00.000-05:002008-05-03T08:28:00.000-05:00Yeah, I think my Jessica had those same thoughts. She'd run (making me jog behind her), stop, then look up at me like, "What, you're <I>still</I> following me?"White_Stixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18317988731314287455noreply@blogger.com