Uncle David

My three boys stayed with their Uncle David and Aunt Amie for a couple of hours today. (Elena went to a ice skating/slummber party. She's a social butterfly.) When Scott and I returned to pick up the boys, Uncle David was a little frazzled.

While we were gone, it was time for Allan's nap. He was screaming and crying for his Mommy. Then, Allan had a nose bleed, and it freaked out Uncle David. Allan bled on their $25. Target pillow. While Uncle David tried to comfort Allan, he "christened" him. Now, the wallet my brother had in his front pocket smells like urine. That too was ruined.

My brother and my sister-in-law don't have any children. David said he has a new rule, my kids can't stay unless they are ten or older. That means Allan has eight more years to go!

I do appreciate the favor, but I couldn't help but laugh, while David was updating me. I don't know how he's going to manage when he finally has children.