Gluttony

I am a glutton for punishment. Remember how I keep saying that I don't like kids? Remember how I say that my own children get on my nerves?

So what do I do to combat the infinitely stretching OPK hours of summer?

I invite them to my house! Yes! Insanity at its finest!

I invited my niece, Posy to come for the afternoon. Posy and her younger sister, Butterfly, loooooooove them some Aunt Mumple's house. Why? Because I am FUN. (It's one of life's many contradictions--I don't like OPK, yet OPK love my house, and me, by proxy, because it's FUN to be here. Go figure.)

(Butterfly doesn't always warm up to me, or my Sweetie, although she knows my house is chock full o'little girl toys. She usually has nothing to do with me, just plays quietly in the corner.)

Anyway, we invited Posy to spend the afternoon. Butterfly decided she wanted to come too--and since she is potty trained, ol' Auntie Mumple's got no reason to say "no." (What's a little insanity in the family?)

They're here. Posy is, at 5, a tattle tale. I presume that this has as much to do with being 5, as it does with being a girl. Butterfly is perfectly content to make her own fun.

Lunch was interesting: Posy & Butterfly are just a bit choosy. Of course, we know why, but that's not the point. When asking them what they'll eat while at my house, I was informed that they both just loooooooooove Uncle Jimmy's Pizza. (no, it's not called Uncle Jimmy's pizza. It's Uncle Jimmy that owns and operated the pizza place) Uncle Jimmy's pizza is so good because he puts, and I quote, "6 pounds of cheese on EVERY ONE!"

My brother duly corrected this, it's 6 kinds of cheese, but somehow, I like Posy's version better.