Four Is Better Than Two

What I learned today was that four is better than two. Hot Mama, Daddy, Uncle Shannon and Auntie Nessa went up to Sonoma and left me, Wyatt, Petra and Bryce at Gram and Grampa’s house. We had a blast. And it made me think about what the rest of our lives are gonna be like – the four of us playing together, making up games, laughing, fighting, wishing these days will never end.

Half of me didn’t want them to come back.

The other half wanted boobie.