Andrew came home with a little girls phone number scrawled across a sticky note last week. He keeps it in his pocket. Know how many cars and rocks end up in my washer.... not the note. He is keeping it safe and protected. It moves from pocket to pocket each day. Her name is Sicily. She gave him her phone number and asked him to call her to play. I KNOW it is INNOCENT and CUTE, and believe me we think it IS cute - but have I mentioned before how glad I am I have boys....we know her parents. It's occurred to us to call and console her poor dad. Andrew insists she is just a friend...although he made us take down the picture on our fridge of him kissing Justine on Valentines day :).