I'm not saying that lightly. I was told that by Isaiah about 20 times this weekend.
Why you may ask?
Because I took the boy a toy guitar. Nothing fancy and definitely not anything tunable. But something that he could walk around with on his shoulder, holding his pick and strumming. He even had an awesome rock star pose where he would plant his feet and wail on it.
But after I gave it to him, he kept saying over and over, "Riri, thank you for my guitar." I've never been thanked so profusely in my life.
And then on Sunday I broke out the big guns. The vuvuzuelas. Plastic horns. Not trumpets as Isaiah was quick to remind me. But horns. Google it. You'll see.
He made some great noise with that as did Ezra. Although Ezra's was more of a humming through the horn. Too cute.
Isn't that what being an aunt is about? Bringing fun things?
And yes D. and Corrie still love me. I think. Everything is easily hide-able.
1 comment:
Of course we still love you! But we will hide them if necessary. :) Or we can just explain that mommy's ears need a break.
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