Last week we went to the Driller's game because my brother David and his buddies were doing the mascot race. It was a nice evening and we were all having fun until my brother and his friends came out dressed like a hot dog, a taquito, and an egg roll. Derek and I were taking pics, so my Dad had Eli. We were in the stands, but as soon as Eli saw them he freaked out. He was telling Dad, "No, no, don't like it. Bye bye bye bye, home." He was appearently terrified of the overgrown food. We went to see David when they were done and even though Dad kept Eli at a safe distance he was very worried about Mommy, Dadders, and Grandma getting to close. David took off his taquito suit, but Eli was still leary. That night he woke up a lot, I guess with nightmares and since then he will randomly say, "Hot gog, scare me." I guess this does not bode well for any future Disney trips or anything. Poor little guy.
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