On the way home from dropping the girls at school (it was raining, and we couldn't walk), Jude and I were listening to NPR. The reporter was talking about Virginia and hurricane Irene. Jude heard the report and said, "They just said Ginia! I'm gonna tell her when she gets home. I wish we had a state called West Jude and one called West Ella too. Ginia's lucky. Mom, I love Texas. I love Texas because it has coyotes and cowboys and chickens and goats. Texas is the best. Mom, when are we gonna go to Texas someday?"
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