My oldest nephew and his buddy are staying with us tonight, passing through Kansas City on a trip up north. He's in college now, which seems insane to me, since I met him when he was eight or nine. In my mind's eye, he's still playing pick-up baseball in my parents-in-law's back yard, serving as the DH for five toddlers.
I told the little angel her cousin was going to be staying with us yesterday. She wondered if he might be interested in seeing the paper crabs we made this weekend while it was rainy. (They are resting on a beach made of yellow scrap fabric we picked up at a sewing store while researching fabulous new outfits for her fabric fashion-plate toy.) Which brought me to thinking about putting up my nephew's buddy in the little angel's playroom. I wondered how he would feel cuddling up on an aerobed surrounded by princesses, baby dolls and plastic food.
Boys. I just know nothing about 'em. But I can't wait to see my nephew.
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In a twist of fate (because I didn't know my nephew was coming to stay with us until this weekend and I wrote this post weeks ago), I have a post on BlogHer today about being an aunt.
