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My office neighbor Paul asked me if I was looking forward to being an aunt. I explained to him my disappointment of being the aunt who lives the farthest away. "Eh. Don't worry about that..." he replied. "The kid won't remember a damn thing for the first 5 years anyway. I'd recommend skipping diaper duty altogether."
Strangely, I feel much better. I've got 6 years to further develop my strategy.
Posted by Allison at June 14, 2006 11:46 AMThe Giant Baby will remember your scheming. We will be dropping it off for regular stinky visits.
Posted by: Vince at June 15, 2006 04:01 AMI remember my fingers getting smooshed in the windowsill when I was supposed to be taking a nap at 4 years old. Oh, that's what that pencil's for.
Posted by: Steph at June 14, 2006 04:39 PM