Last week I spent a couple of days babysitting my cute cousins. My brother John even came and hung out with us for a little while. After John left, Cousin Mack (maybe 4 years old?) said,
"I wish you and Cousin John could stay with us for six days."
Melted my little heart right then and there I tell you what.
(And don't worry, the picture is from last year, I didn't chop and perm and lighten my hair since you last saw me).