Bedtime

I'm a terrible babysitter. I think it's because I'm the sister, and I want to be cool. I can just imagine myself thirty years down the road with teenagers (I'm giving myself a nice 15 year cushion before I start reproducing, just to be safe), trying to be cool. 


But anyway, so here we are, it's 11:37pm currently, PDT, and Nathan just barely got tucked in. As I was tucking him in, we were having a nice little conversation about soccer moms and anesthesiologists, and all sorts of things we aspire to be someday (just guess who wants to be what), and I was rubbing his face with coconut oil for his sunburn, which actually isn't so much of a sunburn anymore, but he likes the face rubbing a whole lot so I suspect this sunburn will stick around for a while. Wait, where was I? Oh, yes, we were talking about nice things. And then he went quiet. And then he said just the cutest little thing a big sister wants to hear: "I really just do not understand how you are not married yet." He was practically drooling, I tell you. (It was the massaging, guys. If you start just petting his face he'll start purring and most likely stop whatever he is doing and fall in love with you. Just straight up. Like that. He's worse than me(!).)

Needless to say, I'm hopelessly in love with the child. Such a sweet kid, I tell ya. But I had to tell him that even though I'm really quite excellent at massaging faces, and other things, the whole marriage is going to have to wait a while, and the whole soccer mom bit (you didn't really believe that I was the one who wanted to be an anesthesiologist, right?). Well, I said that right after a loud, "I KNOW!"

So I'm a little conceited sometimes (who wouldn't want to marry the crap out of me?). Whatever!

And now it's really really bedtime, which means that I'm going to have to rip that book away from the littlest brother (worse things keep little boys up late!), and force him to sleep. Maybe I'll tape his eyelids shut.... just kidding.


Kind of.