The Fun of Being a Childless Aunt and Uncle
Last week, my sister brought her three kids over to our house. It was the first time children had ever came to our house for a babysitting gig.
It felt like a job interview.
A job interview in which we had not prepared for. In other words, we were the aunt and uncle with no toys.
I could not let the kids think that their favorite aunt was this lame. (And yes. I am their favorite. I swear.) So I planned a crazy evening of activities to distract from the fact that we live in a childless environment.
First, we had an ice cream party complete with multiple tubs of self-help toppings.
Then, they coerced Uncle Aaron into turning on the sprinkler despite the fact that no one had a change of clothes. (Aunts and uncles without kids are easily talked into messy activities.)
Then, when Cooper came up to me sopping wet from head to toe, we had no choice but to strip him and throw his clothes in the dryer. He then chose his own outfit from my dresser drawers.
This is what he came up with.
Yee-haw Cowboy Cooper. Yee-haw.
The night was a success. We had a blast. Being the favorite aunt is a tough job.