I know I'm long winded (read: buzzed) tonight but I have to share two conversations I overheard between The Big Kid and his girlfriend:
The first one happened as we were walking to the bathroom together, holding hands like we always must do, per Emawee. She tripped over the step and fell and on the way back out:
The Big Kid: Give me your hand, Emawee.
Emawee: Don't let me fall, Big Kid.
The Big Kid: I won't let you fall, Emawee. I pwomise.
Emawee: I know, but I did fall the first time.
Then on the island he was acting like a real punk and she said to Mr. Ashley, "Sometimes the Big Kid doesn't love me. I always love him though. No matter what." and the Big Kid overheard her and asked me, "Why is Emawee sad?" I told him that she thought that he didn't love her and he said, "I don't want her to be sad but I am just swimming and looking at footpwints."
They are 6 months apart in age and she is the daughter of my bestfriend, so they're pretty much stuck together. They are like a little married couple, with her nagging him and everything.
Anyhoo, I need to go to bed since tomorrow is Father's Day and I'll be expected to get up with the kids and all that jazz (waaaaaah!). Don't get me wrong, he deserves it. I just really, really, really need my sleep and I know an afternoon nap will be frowned on. We're supposed to go to a cookout at my parents' house with my grandpa and my dad's cousin who we've never met. For some reason, this is not Mr. Ashley's idea of fun. So unless we get out of it somehow, tomorrow is probably mostly going to suck.
I hope your Father's Day isn't too bad. Think of me.