That night, as John was helping me get ready for bed, actually, he was just sitting on my bed as I pulled on my GoodNite, he told me something that nearly made me scream with joy.

“Your mother and I have been invited to spend the weekend out of town and we thought you might like to come along.” He said coyly.

“Where?” I asked.

“To your friend Joey’s, up in Canada.” he said so smoothly, that it took an entire half-second for it, to sink in.

Excited? Um, maybe just a bit. My entire body began to tremble so much so, that it made John laugh. I was hopping around the room, wearing nothing more than my GoodNite and chanting over and over, “I get to see Joey again! I get to see Joey again!”

I hopped all the way around the room and hopped right into Johns arms.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?” he chuckled and tickled me under my arms.

Laughing, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Uh, breathe!” he joked and blew in my face.

“Oh my gosh!” I gasped, “Please, say you are serious!” I grabbed the front of his shirt and shook him, “S-A-Y I-T!”

John laughed harder, “We were thinking about leaving this Friday.”

“After school?” I asked.

“No, we’ll need to leave earlier than that.” John said.

“How would you feel about missing school on Friday so that we can get an early start?”

“YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” I squeal.

“I’ll take that as a yes too.” John laughed again.

I was so charged that I leapt off his lap and began to once again jump up and down, while punching my fists into the air triumphantly.

“Are we going to stay all weekend?” I asked.

“I think, we’ll drive up Friday and get back home Sunday evening.” He said, trying to get me to stand still while he pulled my pajama bottoms up.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! This is sooo great!” I squealed as he gave my pajamas a final tug.