My dad took Jo fishing. "We cut his face off because it doesn't taste good," she explained to me. She even ATE the fish, which has earned her way more street cred than the rest of us Stephens sissies.
Jo spent the night with my parents and she wore a crazy get up and packed every one of her 19 most precious belongings. Including her trick or treat pumpkin pail. It is nice to send her off for the night and know she is so excited to go fish, eat hot cakes, and soak up all the undivided attention she can get :)