My brother left a desperate plea for a babysitter for my nephew this evening on my cell phone. By the time I heard it and called him back he’d taken John to his business meeting at the posh Meridian Hills Country Club. I told JR I’d swing by, grab John and take him to their house for a bath and bedtime.
John started crying when he saw me—he wanted to stay. He knows a good thing when he sees it. The family dining room has a giant television playing videos and a toy box stuffed with goodies. John had made friends with two blond curly haired sisters. What more could a four year-old want?
I wound up eating the rest of John’s kid mac and cheese, a great chocolaty dessert (it tasted like an adult Ho-Ho) and drank fancy coffee sitting at the kids table watching Cinderella.
Good food, good movie and good company.