Owoooooooooo.

So Cici did such a great job selling crap for her school fundraiser that she was rewarded with a free ticket to a Minnesota Timberwolves game. (And thanks to all of you who bought from her.) She and I went together, and it was a truly special night out with a special kid. She ate so much cotton candy that she looked like a pink-bearded Santa Claus at one point, she followed the game action throughout at least as well as I did, and by the end she was even referring to the players by their first names. (E.g., "Why are they taking Al out?"). And of course her favorite part was the howling (Wolves fans howl to psych out the other team when it's their turn to shoot a free throw.) We stayed out a bit later than her bedtime, but it's hard to imagine a better way to spend a Friday night. Thanks, Cici.