Yesterday I got to babysit the boy. The nephew. The blond, blue-eyed tousle headed thing that lives downstairs. All of seven and so grown-up. Shyeah, right. Sat him down to homemade banana-chocolate chip pancakes for lunch. “Do you want some milk?” I ask him. “Yeap. I mean, yes, please.” says he, grinning goofily. As I’m pouring him a glass I ask him if he will drink a full glass. To which he replies, “Uh huh, all of it. Right down. Faster than you can say antidisestablishmentarianism.”
More to come later. Promise.
Byeeeee for now.