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Ted IS A JERK.

As you walk into the kitchen and say good morning, he gives you this BIG, TOTALLY OBNOXIOUS guy-to-guy wink.

His eyes cut to Maggie.

You get it.

You wish you didn’t.

Ted the Dumb thinks Maggie is your girlfriend and that she has spent the night.

Maggie doesn’t catch this, of course. She is pouring you a cup of coffee.

You give Ted your death-ray look.

Then all is redeemed by Zeke trekking down the hall calling, “Maggie? Maggie, I’m hungry!”

Ted is blown away. The random collection of cells he calls a brain crashes.

As Zeke comes into the kitchen, you enjoy the moment.

In Ted’s limited universe, Zeke does not compute.

I give Ted a big, BIG wink. “Later,” I say.

Ducky needs more wins in his life, LOL!

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My father laughed. "No," he said. "And Elizabeth Grace is eight pounds, two ounces, which is a very respectable weight for a girl or a boy."

"Elizabeth Grace!" Jeff cried. He threw the "name your baby" book down on Carol's bed and pouted. "You went ahead and named her without me!"

"I'm sorry, Jeff," Dad said. "But it just came to us. We were looking at her and I said, 'Let's call her Elizabeth'."

"And I was thinking what a grace it was that she is finally here," Carol said. "That she is my special Grace. We put them together and came up with Elizabeth Grace."

"You can give her a nickname," Dad told Jeff.

"Like Liz, maybe," Carol suggested. "Or Lizzy."

Jeff thought for a few seconds. "I'm going to call her Gracie," he announced. "That's my name for her."

"Gracie," Carol and Dad said in unison.

My dad looked at me and I nodded. I thought Gracie was the perfect nickname for Elizabeth Grace.

(Jeff is just so sweet in this-I love how disappointed he was that they named the baby without him, and I loved how he chose her nickname, and I love the scene that was already posted with the Michael Jordan poster.)

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Why Jeff is the bestest brother. Seriously. The BEST ♥

Carol looked at Dad and me, then burst out laughing, and whispered, "You have to go to the baby's room. Jeff just hung her a present on the wall."

Jeff yelled from down the hall, "I hear you laughing, Carol. It's not funny! It's not a funny present."

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"It's an excellent poster," Jeff wailed. "I saved my money for it. I sent away for it and I didn't tell anybody because I wanted it to be a surprise for my baby brother." He gave my father an angry look. "Dad, you said I could treat a sister just the way I'd treat a brother. That she'd play ball with me and everything. So I'm giving her the poster even though she's not a brother." He finished his speech by mumbling, "But I don't think she'd ever going to be big enough to do anything."

I love my brother. he's an original.

[...]

Carol held Gracie out to Jeff. He took her very carefully, held her in the crook of his arm, and faced her toward the poster.

"Gracie, that's Michael Jordan," he said. "He's our hero."

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Anyway, I'm lost in my own world when I hear Ducky mention something about tonight's rehearsal.

"Are you going, Ducky?” I ask.

“We all are,” Ducky replies. “Sunny, Dawn, and me. We'll be...groupies!”

He shouts the word “groupies” in this high-pitched voice that makes us all laugh.

At that moment, James walks around the corner. He's giving Ducky a wary look.

Ducky sees it and flinches.

“Yo,” James calls out, gesturing to me with his head.

As I walk toward James, I hear Ducky mutter, “I should try that sometime. So much more efficient than 'Would you come here, please?'”

Duckyyy! Maybe it's just a small thing, but those last two lines by Ducky always make me smile. :D

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