Sort of.
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.
3 comments:
Nora, you were right, the former post got long but man what a drama. I'm glad all is well now but I'm sure I might have resorted to the use of firearms somewhere in that battle. I think it's a good thing I'm on a farm by myself or I'd end up in prison.
This post was cute and your nephew is fortunate to have an aunt who realizes the importance of playing with curly haired little girls.
Sounds like a great time. Enjoy the crab cakes and tell the Blue Crew boys hello. I am actually a member, but I didn't pay to park in the lot this year.
Sounds like a grand and peaceful evening to me!!
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