A couple of weeks ago, Jack and I made the trek down to Charlottesville to visit an old college friend who was in town and to tour the University. It had been six years since I had been back and it was neat to see some of the changes that have happened since then. I drove past my old dorms and walked down to the Corner to see what stores and restaurants were still around. Of course, I had to get pictures of Jack in front of the rotunda and buy us both UVA shirts. We spent the night at the Cavalier Inn, which happened to be across the street from the field where the marching band practices. Upon hearing the band, I thought it might be fun to go watch them practice. Jack loved loved loved it. Each time they would stop, Jack would start shouting "Again!" and "More bombones [translated to: More trombones]" Then I noticed that the cheer team was practicing nearby and asked Jack if he wanted to watch them, which he eagerly agreed to (which of course Terry was proud to hear). After watching the cheer time for a while I asked Jack if he wanted to go back to the marching band or stay with the cheerleaders. His response: Stay cheerleaders.
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He is a wahoo. No question. And I like how he wrinkles his nose when you say cheese for the shot.
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