So, the almost 6-year-old i watch came home from Kindergarten giggling yesterday. One of his friends on the bus asked whose car was parked outside his house. He told him it was his babysitter’s car.
“You know what I told him?” Bray asked, giggling.
“What’s that?” I responded, not knowing what was to come.
“I told him I’m going to marry my babysitter!” Laughing hysterically.
So, this morning when he gets up, I am going to ask him if he got me a ring yet! I want the ring, dangit! A fifty-one year age difference isn’t so bad, right? Haha!