Blessedly, I got a few shards of sleep last night. I may even be rested enough to do the Electric Slide at a wedding tonight...
Intern-nephew's presence here is a lot of fun. Not only is he a big help, but he does provide comic relief. And I think by the end of the summer, I should be able to improve his use of metaphors so he doesn't have to use some like these:
D: This house is so loud. I am just not used to...
Me: What? Being part of a family? Because I know you have one. I've met them.
D: No, it's just like getting plunged in...you're used to it. Like if we were frogs swimming in a hot pot of water. If your frog eased in and got used to it, he wouldn't die. And my frog just gets thrown into boiling water and it's such a shock, he dies.
Me: Ribbit.
I'm not even going to comment. Because really, what can one say when one is compared to a pot of boiling frogs?
But then this morning, when he didn't know I saw him, he kissed each one of those little toads before he left for work.
What a prince.
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