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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 I was complaining to [personal profile] miss_slipslop about the lack of fan art in our fandom, when it occurred to me I don't actually look for it that often. So I went looking.

And I found this, and it blew my mind. I literally squee'd over this for like half an hour, noting how every detail was perfect and how the artist completely nailed each personality so damn well. Make sure you head on over to the ORIGINAL SOURCE and share your squee if you can.

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“You know,” said Kristy Thomas, “I’ve been thinking. If I took a bunch of these old wilted peas and put them in the mashed potatoes – evenly spread out – and then took my fork and smushed them all down, my lunch would look almost exactly like –”

“Stop!” I cried. “Stop right there. I don’t want to know what you think it would look like.”

“Do you want to know what I think it would smell like?” Kristy asked.

“Absolutely not,” I replied, turning green. “Please. Don’t say another word about the lunch. Why do you buy the hot lunch every day anyway? Why don’t you buy a salad or something?”

“Because,” replied Kristy, “it’s so much more fun to say disgusting things about the hot lunch.”


lol, Kristy ♥



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So there are lots of reasons to poke fun at the BSC book covers - but there are also lots of adorable covers, including this one, Mary Anne Misses Logan. LOOKIT. It's just so cute! ♥





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Considering the discussion going on over at [livejournal.com profile] babysitters101 right now...

Kristy called Liz Lewis, just because Liz was listed first on the flier. She put her hand over the mouthpiece. “It’s ringing,” she whispered to us. “One … two … thr– Hello? Is Liz Lewis there, please? … Oh, hi, Liz. My name is – Candy. Candy Kane. … No, no joke. … I got your flier for the Baby-sitters Agency. I’m supposed to sit for my little brother tomorrow and – ” Kristy paused, and the rest of us watched the wheels turning “ – I just got asked out on a date.”

Mary Anne started to giggle. She grabbed a pillow from Claudia’s bed and buried her face in it to muffle the sounds. Kristy turned away so she wouldn’t have to see.

“From three to five,” Kristy was saying. (Liz must have asked her when she was supposed to be sitting.) “He’s seven years old. His name is, urn, Harry. … Twenty-eight Roper Road. Will you be baby-sitting for him? The flier said – Oh, I see. … Mm-hmm. … I’ll be at KL5-2321. Oh, but only for about ten minutes. Then I have – I have another date. … Who with?” By that time, Claudia was laughing, too, and I was on the verge of it. Kristy glanced at us helplessly, not sure what to do about her “date.” Then she simply pulled a name out of the air. “With Winston Churchill,” she replied, taking the chance that Liz wouldn’t know who he was. Apparently she didn’t. “Yeah, he goes to high school,” continued Kristy nonchalantly, getting into her story. “A sophomore. Football player. … Me? I’m in seventh. … Yeah, I know.”

I had to leave the room. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I didn’t want to ruin Kristy’s call. I closed Claudia’s door, ran to the bathroom, laughed, and returned.

Kristy was saying, “Okay, five minutes. … Yeah, later.” She hung up. Then she began to laugh, too. “You guys!” she exclaimed. “Don’t do that to me when I’m on the phone.”

“But Winston Churchill?” I cried. “The high school guy you’re dating?”
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For as many times as we're told that Kirsty and Mary Anne are BFF's, we only occasionally get to see their closeness in action. But one of my favorites is when Mary Anne is waking up at Kristy's house after the fire:


BFF Sweetness under the cut. . . )

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[livejournal.com profile] of_dreamdust pointed this scene out to me about a year ago on IM, and it is still amazing. I was rereading this book the other day and thought it needed to be posted here!

When that topic had been exhausted, [Patrick] turned to Charlie, who’d been almost entirely silent, and said, “So, Chuck. Tell me what’s been going on. Bring me up to speed.”

Charlie gave Patrick a level look. “No one calls me Chuck, for one thing,” he said. “I’m going to college next year. I was in fifth grade when you walked out. In spite of everything, Mom’s been great, and Watson is going to help pay for my college education.”

Whoa. Sam’s eyes widened and I let out a little gasp.

Patrick said, “I don’t think I like your tone.”

Charlie just looked at him.

Sam jumped up, grabbed the Frisbee, and said, “You’re it,” to me. He winged it in my direction. I jumped up too, and we took off down the beach.

When we came back, Charlie’s figure was just a speck on the shoreline and Patrick was leaning back on his elbows, his dark glasses on, his face turned to the sun.


TELL HIM, CHARLIE. <3

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“Well, it all started last night,” I began. I told them how Mom had had to call nearly everyone in Stoneybrook, looking for a babysitter, and how long it had taken, and how bad David Michael had felt. “So I thought we could sort of join together. We all baby-sit anyway. We could advertise ourselves and get more customers. We should meet a few times each week and tell our customers what those times are. Then they can make one call and reach a whole bunch of us at once. And if, like, Mrs. Pike wants two sitters, she’ll only have to make one call.” I explained everything else I had thought of, and wound up with, “Okay, here are two things to think about: One, where should we hold our meetings; and two, who else could we ask to join the club?”

“I can answer both questions,” said Claudia. “We should hold the meetings here, because I have a phone in my room.”

“Oh, terrific!” I exclaimed. (I’d been hoping Claudia would suggest that.)

“And I know someone who might want to join the club.”

“Who?” Mary Anne and I asked.

“She’s new. She just moved to Stoneybrook. She lives right over on Fawcett Avenue, and she’s in my class. Her name is Stacey McGill.”

“Well, okay …” I said slowly. “Of course, we’ll have to meet her.”

“Oh, sure. You’ll really like her. She’s from New York City,” Claudia added.

I was impressed. I could tell Mary Anne was, too. She opened her eyes wide. “I wonder why her family wanted to leave there to come here,” she said.

Claudia shrugged. “Don’t know. But I’m glad they did. Stacey’s really cool.”

Mary Anne and I glanced at each other, not sure that this was a good sign.

“What’s everyone doing tomorrow afternoon?” asked Claudia. “Can we meet then?”

“If it’s at five-thirty again,” said Mary Anne. “I have to baby-sit before then.”

We agreed to meet late the next afternoon. And that was how the Baby-sitters Club officially began.



Oh, Baby-sitters Club. ♥ I love you so much.



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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. ♥