Everyone knows that Mary Anne Spier, secretary of The Baby-sitters Club since 1986, has NEVER made a mistake when scheduling an all important appointment in Stoneybrook, CT, located in Fairfield County near the big city of Stamford. After her mother passed away while Mary Anne was a baby, her father had been SUPER strict and made her wear braids in her hair every day because everyone knows braids=prude virgin.

They also mean aspiring nurse practitioner. After all, who else could save super annoying Jenny Prezioso? And no, I didn’t have to look her name up.

Luckily, Mary Anne’s dad reconnected with an old love who just happened to be BSC alternate officer Dawn Schafer’s mother. I’m assuming he was getting sex on a regular occasion, so homeboy loosened up and let Mary Anne wear makeup and her hair down. With her new found confidence, she started dating Louisville, Kentucky transplant Logan Bruno.

You put a bow in your hair and all the boys come flocking. Noted.

Now, Mary Anne and Logan remained together for a few years. I think. I stopped reading at book 60 (Mary Anne’s Makeover), published in 1993. The ladies of the BSC had been in 8th grade at Stoneybrook Middle School for about 19 years at that point. But let’s just assume Mary Anne and Logan dated on off through Stoneybrook High graduation. I bet Mary Anne went to Barnard in New York City and Logan returned to the South and attended Clemson University. Mary Anne probably returned to the city where she worked in research data for the CNN network, and Logan moved to Charlotte where he became a banker and got married to Deb, a cheerleader from Auburn, at age 27. They have three kids named Autumn, Logan Junior, and Anderson.

Mary Anne is single and living on the Upper West Side.

But I really think their baby together would be awesome! I think Mary Anne would insist on raising it in the city. I bet she’d agree to move to Park Slope to give it a little bit of nature (Prospect Park has a zoo after all). Logan would sigh and be okay with it, as long as they got to spend the holidays in Kentucky.

If only Mary Anne and Logan weren’t fictional, we’d be able to find out if they were still together. Sigh.