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Now that the school year has started, the craziness of watching kids has mostly subsided.  Meaning: we don’t have to deal with JJ and the twins anymore, except on isolated occasions when SIL is stuck at work or doing something else.

Don’t get me wrong, I never had any major problems with the kids themselves, and I miss having JJ over sometimes.  But SIL was kind of abusing us as a cheap babysitting service this summer, assuming she’d pay us at all, to the point where Yes Dear would pretty much shake her down for payment upfront, before we’d let the kids in the door.

But with school in, we don’t have to worry about them anymore.  The only child we have during the days (other than AJ of course) is three-year-old L’il Buddha, aka Youngest Nephew.  Sometimes if mom Stevie is working late we have to pick up seven-year-old niece Bea from school, but that’s okay.  Stevie is much better about paying for babysitting services than her mother, and her kids are most of the time enjoyable to have around.

This morning Yes Dear had some things she needed to do so she left PBJ and I with the boys.  Monday being my day off, this isn’t much of an issue (I love having Mondays off, everybody should work a job in their lifetime that allows this luxury).

At one point this morning L’il Buddha wandered in while I was perusing my Facebook.  The following conversation ensued:

L’il Buddha: Whatcha doooing, Uncle Dave?

Dave: (on bed, focusing on screen) Looking at my Facebook.

LB: (staring at my screen) Who dat?

Dave: Those are my Facebook friends.

LB: (pointing at my family pics) Who’s dat lady?

Dave: That’s my big sister.

LB: (interested) Really? You have a big sister too?

Dave:  Yep.  I have a big sister just like you.  And that’s my brother beside her.

LB: (now as intensely curious as a three year old can get) You have a mommy too?

Dave:  Yep.  Want to see?  (clicks over to my mom’s profile and her pics)

LB:  That’s your mommy?

Dave: Yep, that’s my mommy.

(LB stares at my mom’s profile pic for a moment, his forehead scrunched up in thought. Then he speaks.)

LB: Does she fart?

(cue visual of Dave blowing his Koolaid out his nose)

God, I love my nephews.

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