The Niece’s parents are out of town this weekend and I have to go pick her up from school in just a little while. My mother is going to babysit Lil’ Elvis since there’s the rule that all children who spend the night at my house must be 3 and potty-trained. I don’t mind an occasional diaper but it’s not my idea of fun to have to deal with one first thing in the morning.
I really have no idea what’s on tap for the weekend. I know we have to go pick out a Christmas tree. I’m not sure if The Niece has ever done that, but I do know she’ll get to ride in the front seat of the truck. And that’s huge. Don’t worry, we can turn off the airbag. The big worry is me stuffing my fat ass into the tiny jump seat. I may end up stuck in the cab of the truck for the weekend. I’m sure the better-half and The Niece will bring me a blanket and a cup of cocoa.
It’s much more fun to get a tree with a little kid in tow. Have a great time with your niece.