Most of yesterday was spent watching the 4 year old nephew while is parents were away.
After a tough day of Lego construction, fort building and jumping from sofa to sofa to avoid the pits of lava and man-eating alligators on the living room floor, it was time for the nephew to hit the hay.
I tucked him and we settled in for a few bedtime stories.
Once we finished our second run through The Cat in the Hat the nephew’s eyes were heavy and it was time for sleep. I tucked his blanket tight gave him a little kiss on the forehead and when I was just about to leave, he sleepily looked up at me and asked, “Where are you going, Aunt ann-frank?”
And I looked down at that little guy, all comfy and snug – big blue eyes looking up to his Aunt for guidance. And I knew it was time for one of those little life’s lessons. The kind of advice only an aunt could give.
“Well you see little man,” I said looking down on his little face, “Once you grow up soon enough you’ll find out that Loverboy was in fact, correct. Everybody is just working for the weekend. ‘Cause chances are you’ll be spending your days smoldering a slow death under the florescent lights of your cube, unable to breath under the corporate stench of photocopies and HR manuals waiting for the end of the 40 hour sprint to roll around. So, as you know, it’s Saturday night, and that means Auntie ann-frank’s gonna get her load on. And with any luck, she’s gonna get her freak on, too. Now get some sleep, little man. Big day at Sunday School tomorrow.”
Happy once again I could lend my elderly wisdom to the little guy - I patted him on the head then quietly tip-toed towards the door leaving it open a crack for the hall light to shine it.
They’re lucky to have me, his parents.