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This is the last post I'll put up from this book, I promise. SQUEE, THOUGH. SQUEE.

I hurried to the door. How could he go out again when he’d been out all day, skiing and doing who knew what else. He must be exhausted. I had a sudden, horrible vision of him falling down in the snow on the way to the lodge, his hand to his chest, trying to breathe…

Watson, stop!” I shrieked. I leaped off the porch and down the path in two giant steps.

Watson turned, looking very surprised.

“Stop,” I panted. “You have to stop doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“This! Too much! The doctor told you not to exert yourself. He said you were supposed to take it easy. And all you do is … is …”

“Kristy,” said Watson, putting his arm around me and pulling me into a hug. “Is that what this is all about – helping me with the luggage, jumping up to fetch things for me, always bringing me slippers and sweaters?”

I nodded.

“Oh, Kristy.” Watson held me at arm’s length. “I’m not doing too much. I had a check-up before we came here. Everything is going perfectly. In fact, I’m supposed to start exercising seriously on a regular basis. I’m even thinking of taking up jogging.”

“The doctor said you could?” I asked.

“The doctor said I should. And there’s a doctor on staff at the lodge. She lives here in Shadow Lake. So even if something did go wrong, which I very much doubt, a doctor would be on hand.”

I sighed. I felt a little silly. Watson was taking care of himself. I just hadn’t trusted him.

You know what? I didn’t want Watson disappearing the way my father had. I wanted Watson around for a long, long time. Like forever.

I gave Watson a quick hug. “Okay,” I said. “I’m freezing.”

“Go in the house,” said Watson, giving me a quick hug back.

I dashed up the stairs. When I reached the top Watson said, “Kristy?”

I turned. Watson smiled at me. A family, fatherly smile. “Thanks,” he said.



I love love love Watson/Thomas Kids moments.



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So there's this huge passage in this book that describes Sharon and Richard's prom photo ♥

But my absolute favourite part...

It's not the fact that Dawn finds the prom photo in a box labelled SPORTS EQUIPMENT, or that in the photo Sharon is wearing the rose that Dawn and Mary Anne found pressed between the pages of the yearbook, or that Dawn and Mary Anne immediately set to work on Dawn and Mary Anne's Super-Sitter Match-Making Service...

It's the one little line with Richard Spier ever-so-slightly losing control.


With my father, you can’t just jump into things. I didn’t say a word about Dawn’s mother until dinner had been made and we were sitting at the table eating.

I asked how his day was.

He asked how mine was.

I asked how his cases were going.

He asked how school and the Baby-sitters Club were going.

Then I said, “Dad? Did you ever know someone named Sharon Porter?”

Dad choked on a mouthful of carrots and had to drink some water before he could answer.


LOL RICHARD ♥



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From #81 Kristy and Mr. Mom:


“On the count of three,” Sam said, huffing, as we rocked the car back and forth.

“One, two—”

We didn’t even reach three. The car bumped up over the snow drift and coasted the rest of the way down the icy drive. At the bottom, Charlie put on the emergency brake and hopped out, holding the door for Watson.

Watson was still standing back where the car had been stuck. He took a crisp white handkerchief out of his suit pocket and dabbed at the sweat on his brow. I noticed that his face was still flushed. I made a mental note to tell Mom to urge him to take it easy.

Then he picked up his briefcase and smiled at the three of us. “Thanks, kids. I guess I’ve gotten a little out of shape. Too much time at the computer terminal and not enough time in the fresh air.”

“No kidding,” Charlie punched him playfully on the shoulder. “Why are you going to work on Saturday, anyway?”

“We’re opening a new branch office in Houston and I need to go over the architectural plans.” Watson smiled as he settled into the driver’s seat and buckled up. “Don’t worry, I haven’t become a workaholic. I’ll be home in time for the football game this afternoon. And remember, Charlie, it’s your turn to make the popcorn.”



Watson and Charlie have little punch games and they watch football and eat popcorn! NAWW. This makes me smile. ♥

Also, Thomas kids just generally being awesome and helping Watson get his car out of a snowed-in driveway. ♥




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I don't know why I find this scene so adorable. Maybe because Richard and Mary Anne scenes have a tendency to be adorable anyway.

I handed Sharon the phone and headed upstairs. I was in my room barely half a minute when Dad appeared and stood in my doorway. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Is it that obvious?”

He nodded.

“I broke up with Logan,” I told him.

He came into the room and sat on my desk chair. “I’m not surprised.”

His not being surprised surprised me. “Why not?” I asked.

“I thought I noticed a certain lack of enthusiasm lately when Logan was around.”

I was impressed. I didn’t think Dad was that observant. And I didn’t even know I’d been acting unenthusiastic.

“Logan’s great,” I said. “But he’s just…I don’t know… too much.”

“I suppose you did what you thought was best,” he said. “But if that’s true, then why are you so upset?”

“Because I’ve really hurt him.”

“Someone always gets hurt in a breakup,” said Dad. “But he’ll get over it.”

“I guess I’m disappointed too,” I added. “Deep down, I always thought Logan and I would be like Sharon and you.”

Dad smiled. “It wasn’t all that smooth,” he reminded me. I knew the story. Sharon’s parents had thought Dad wasn’t good enough for Sharon, so they sent her off to college in California just to separate her from him. That’s where she met and married Dawn’s father and had Dawn and Jeff. But then they divorced, and Sharon and the kids returned to Stoneybrook – where Dawn and I learned about our parents’ past. (We were looking through Sharon’s high school yearbook.) We arranged for my dad and Sharon to meet again. And the rest is romantic history.

“Maybe things will work out for you and Logan in the end,” Dad suggested, “just as they did for Sharon and me.”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think Logan can change that much.”

Dad stood up. “Who knows? Life is funny.” He kissed me on the top of my head. “Good night, honey. Try not to think about it anymore tonight. Get some rest.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said as he walked out.